i don't get crushes

but, ****.. you're beauty seems to hurt my cheeks, because they get red every time i see you

you.. you're sort of a torturer
the way you bend and twist my stomach like that.. you even slipped in some butterflies

you sick ****
when i see you, you insert crazy thoughts into my head.. like long hugs, long talks, and a comfy bed shaking

you're so bipolar
you make me love you with all that attractiveness, but when i get to be with you, you shoot me down .. like you've never loved me a day of your life

i don't get crushes.