Why is it called a crush?



The person we spend so much time on?

The one we dress up for…

The one we smile just a little harder with…

The one we act just a bit nicer to…

The one that fills our empty thoughts…

The one that becomes a hope and dream…

The one we question morality for…

The one that holds our dignity in their hand…

The one that bruises our egos…

The one that sometimes gets away…



Is it because crushes do crush?

Like a dream that stays a dream…

Or a wish never granted…



Is it because they have a power we don’t want to give?

When we do as they say just to keep them pleased…

Or when we ignore others and ourselves because they seem more important…



Or is it because they can hurt us the most?

With their laughter, their tears, their wants and their fears…

Because they make us weak and they make us strong…

And we can do nothing more than give into their power.

We can’t stop them from what they do to us.

For they consume us and they do not care.



A crush is plain and simple and will have only one result.

Either we get what we want and we suffer a crush to dignity.

Or we don’t and we suffer the pain of humility.

Don’t blame a crush for what it is.

Don’t stop the flow of them into your life.

For if you trust in your heart and instinct.

Even if a crush becomes too much…

Perhaps you can end with a friend.