CruShed

It’s been two years now,

Since I first crushed.

It’s been two days now,

Since I was crushed.

I wish I could go back,

Before I was rushed.

I wish I could take back,

The note you crushed.

I can’t get it out of my head

The situation that turned so sour.

I wish I spoke to you instead,

Rather than write to you and cower.

I don’t really want to see you again,

I can’t think what I would want to say.

I don’t think I can deal with the pain.

Unless you can admit that you’re gay.

I know I should get over you,

Everyone is telling me to let go.

It really is the right thing to do,

But why am I struggling to do so?

I lie in bed on sleepless nights,

Awake at 2am in the morning.

Every time I close my eyes,

I see myself in mourning.

A love that has never existed,

Outside the confines of my mind.

Should have early been quitted,

Before I became cluelessly blind.

I wrote you love notes a many,

Most saw humiliation and shredding.

But none of this compare to any,

Of the embarrassment of giving.

I’ve had numerous hopes and dream,

About the future we could hold.

But now I can see,

It’s a story that will never unfold.

Like a song once sung by James Blunt,

Goodbye my lover.

You have been the one (for me),

But I was obviously not your significant other.

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