Crush

Crush

A Poem by PoeticFury
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In opposites

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Crushed my heart left it on the floor like a bunch of broken glass.

Though I never known for glass to be red from the start.

Last time I checked I did not think that was the material of my heart.

Like my love you took it and wrecked it like a car separated it from my inner body, and inside you left your signature took out my engine and it said.......

.....Heart For Sale; used and ripped apart.

So from there the only thing my heart was able to do was not love, but simply be easy to scare.

Though till things began to take a change.

I became afraid to spill my emotion.

Yet the heart that became broken so many times became reconstructed a feeling that was so strange.

How is it that I was able to go from getting my heart crushed to having a crush?

Wanting to see them, or hear them, or wanting to talk to them everyday was a must.

I began again wanting to trust.

I did not know the meaning of lust.

I would see her or think of her I would just start to blush.

Although think of the meaning of the word crush.

Temporary love of an adolescence, but what if I wanted to make that permanent to last for the future, and present?

So for you who broke my heart know that I no longer need your life source.

I know that things have to get better, but before that it has to be worse.

I love me, and that is the one thing that has to come first.

Cause on love, or a major liking for someone all my feelings are the same.

I guess you can say I have a royal flush.

We were opposites with the same word, but unlike what you did to me I have a good.....

Crush................


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© 2011 PoeticFury


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