there is a point where a crush no longer is enough
it oozes through the holes of the heart
coating everything with a dull black tint
the mind begs for something more
more than the distance and the emptiness
that lies within
til there is a point where instead there is nothing but pain
and an insecurity that only grows with a thought
it leaves the victim entangled in a muddled mess
a cross between reality and idealistic futures
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𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
