having a crush is sort of like this:
you're just walking by
minding your own business
and all of a sudden there's this pebble in your shoe
you don't really know where it came from
or how it got there
all you really know is that it's kind of annoying and it sort of hurts
and you can't really ignore it for too long because
it just doesn't work like that
so instead you take off your shoe and try to get rid of it
and you do, it's gone and you're over it
except
you don't even get that far when you realize it's back
and it's going to be there for a while
and the only thing you can think to say is
"fuck"
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Constellations: the 4AM mix
Poetrymy thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations and four am knows all my secrets