Crush

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I loved you,

I always did,

But you only thought of me as just good friends.

That broke me into pieces of shattered glass on the sidewalk,

Feeling useless and wasteful.

I want to get rid of having any feelings for you out of my head,

But as time passes,

it gets worse and worse.

What is happening to me?

I give myself too many hopes,

Too many dreams,

And too many optimistic thoughts that I only want you more.

To have you in my arms and to never have you out of my sight.

However, I have to sweep up the pieces someday.

It might not be today or tomorrow or in two year,

But I will have to.

Maybe that is why they call it a crush.

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