a medium-sized poem about what crushes are really about, and a few past experiences |
A crush is just a crush because no matter how much you think they care, they're not always there, and just when you think you're about to give up, a new sense of hope rises above these feelings of anger, depression, and love. How much more do I have to endure before I can't take anymore? I'm about to explode.. This sediment can not erode. It's only dirt. He's only a flirt. That's all he is. The only reason I'm hurt is because of all the erosions, all the explosions, every single one, over all the years. But that's why we're here. Life has its ups and downs. The worst ones are the all-arounds 'cause they make your stomach go up and down, and tie in a knot. Will we make the shot? Or will we drop? Into the darkness, we may fall. This false hope may kill us all. But that's life, isn't it? Making choices? Choosing between right and wrong? Deciphering just how long it will take before we break into a million pieces and shatter like glass? How long 'til fate kicks your ass? How many times 'til we finally learn what's inside that's making us burn? But where is the line? Will we ever find our one true love that makes our heart shine? Which one will it be? Was it already there when you truly cared? Wasn't he gone with the snap of a finger? When he left, did you still linger? But just how long did you hang around before it all went down? Into the pit of darkness, emptiness, and loneliness. How long did you stay? Are you still there? Do you still think of him every time you stare in someone else's eyes? Do you wish he was there? When is a crush only a crush? How do you know when you're really in love? These will all be unanswered long after we die. Pick any question, and bet your life, it will still be unanswered long after he's gone. Will I ever move on? This force is too strong. I cannot hold on. I have to let go.. But how do I know who my true friends are? It is too hard to say Who really cares. Who's not really there. Who will let me fall. Who will make me crawl. Gasping for air, I try to find my one true place in my own mind. I am left behind |