I lie awake, an hour past two
I can't sleep and I don't know what to do
and so i wrote a poem about you.
I loved you til self-destruction
while you treated me like an option,
I'm just another page in your book,
torn and cut, you didn't bother to look.

through words,
I heal my wounds
by completely exposing them

Why do they call crushes crush?

I walk by you and start to blush

You smile at me and I think I died inside

I realize you smiled at her and I start to cry

Meaning of crush is they crush your heart

They mess with your feelings, tear you apart