a crush.
it's like clutching onto prison bars,
yet in the cell, you find serenity.
it's like falling in the hollow - paralyzed,
yet in there, you find tranquility.
a crush.
it's like showing heartstrings can be sewed again,
with the shrieking cries that are thrilling,
the bleeding wounds that are pleasuring,
and the craving touch you cannot obtain.
a crush.
it's like an addiction; a drug that feeds your lust,
with the occasional heart-beat skipping
and the jealously that feeds your distrust.
a crush.
the beginning of the fall.
