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You're meant to be small,
You're meant to be meaningless,
You're meant to be just a crush.
But you are quaint trembles of my heart,
You are questions of my worth,
You are just a crush.
And yet,
You are not.

Cause you are little pits of light on soiled tarmac,
You are the Suns lingering gaze through the canopy,
You are the gushing, rumbling water of a stream,
You are flocks of butterflies,
You are laughter against golden fields,
You are brutally charming.

Cause you are also tears in a glass jar,
You are midnight with a sleepless mind,
You are the shattered mirror that I stare at,
You are the wonders,
You are the doubts,

You are just a crush.

You are many things,
More than there is fingers and toes to count,
More than there are stars,
More than there are grains of sand.

And yet,
Your are not worth love,
I cannot love you,
Cause nobody loves a crush.

For you are small,
And you are meaningless,

And you are just a crush.