A Crush is Just a Crush

A cush 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

cannot erode.

It's only dirt.

He's only a flirt.

That's all he is.

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 I'm here.

Life has its ups and downs,

and and all-arounnds.

The worst ones

are the all-arounds

because 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,

decipering

just how long

it will take,

before we break

into a million peices

and shatter like glass?

How long till fate

kicks your ass?

How many times

till 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

everytime you stare

in someone else's eyes,

do you wish he was there?

When is a crush

only a crush?

How do you know

if you're really in love?

These will all be unanswered

even 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 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.

Lost in the dark,

I'm losing my head.

This force gets stronger

with every breath.

There's a reason a crush

is only a crush.

Once you finally say

how you really feel,

you find out that those feelings

you thought he had weren't real.

If you try to be friends,

it never works out.

Those chances are gone

without a doubt.