Crush is a word I’ve never fully grasped,
Crushes are just fleeting brushstrokes across the canvas that we call life,
Because in life, I bet, you’ll remember the one’s you love, over the crushes
But you can be crushed by someone you love, and yet loved by your crush,
Cause you could put, your blood, sweat, tears, heart, soul into someone you love,

But what if they say that it isn’t enough?

That’s when the doubt creeps in,
Through every little crack that you body has,
It slowly moves in like the poison of a snake,
With the sole purpose of breaking you down until you are nothing,

Until you’re just the shell of the person that you once were,
You feel nothing, except pain, and doubt, and you think of every bad scenario that could be occurring, is really happening,
Bridges fall, love fades, but I was always told, that we live and learn,

Life moves on,

People come and go,

And eventually, you meet someone who is willing to **** that poison out,
Someone who tries so hard to bring the life back into you,
Someone who takes the shell you are in, and fills that **** with love,
Someone who will sing with you, laugh with you, cry with you, and dance with you,
Dance with you, like you have cancer, and the cure is to do the jitterbug,
Sing with you, like you have a broken leg, and the only cast, is Michael Jackson,
Laugh with you, like those inside jokes you had in high school, were relief to the common cold,
Cry with you, like the Notebook is your own personal diary,

I’m searching for someone that I can spend eternity with,
But maybe I’m searching too hard,
Maybe they were here all along,