Crush

It’s just a little
Crush, and that makes
Me sad, the fact
That he doesn’t know
Me, doesn’t know I
Exist.

Why is attraction always
Shown as being
A wonderful, happy
Thing?
It isn’t, it hurts.
My heart is shattering
Into shards, my eyes
Are seldom ever dry.

It’s a crush,
I feel crushed.
My heart held captive
In an iron fist,
A never ending stream of tears.

Crushed by a crush.

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