Crushes are a beautiful,

Yet evil,

Thing.

They make us smile,

Fall head over heels,

Want the other to fall for us

As well.

Sometimes, they crush you.

Make you cry out in pain.

Dismissed,

Rejected,

Left alone for your heart to die.

Some are distant,

For you are the maid

And they are the king.

These last two hurt,

More than one who hasn't felt it

Can never believe.

So feel hurt, cry,

Alone like we always do.

Then move on,

A bit more broken than before.