Crush
it’s called a crush because it crushes you and when they reject you, and so you go home and cry because you feel like you’ll never be happy again or if you don’t have a home, you cry in an alleyway or a mcdonald’s bathroom, and either your life gets progressively worse until you die, or you find a way to move on.
i had a crush, then it crushed me, now i am a pancake of sadness.
By iridescent hamburger