Crush to Crumb

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Love that is most painful
Love; freezing while your blanket of warmth is on another’s back
Love; stealing glances while being invisible
Love, Unreciprocated
Undefined,
Unmatched,
Unwound,
The worst kind of love that I have found.
Is there such a thing? A bad kind of love?
Seems there are songs written about it.
Though it’s not the kind from above.
Where does it come from?
Is it love at all?
Shrinking down to just a crumb,
Kneeling down to just a crawl.
I find out the meaning of everything this is……
A crush no doubt!
But I am not his……..
You can probably guess the motive for this poem. A sad state of events indeed. Though later, I realized it was never love that was felt. It was something more shallow and fleeting.

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