A crush is just that some one who takes your heart and steps on it.
I've had so many who have ripped out my heart.
third grade.
sixth grade.
seventh, eieth won't I ever learn to leave love alone.
Its just not for me the universe is smacking me on my head.
Its yelling give up already.
I want to but my heart is despeart to be proven right.
Thats why he's standing over there not noticing my heart cying out to his.And me fighting to stop what my heart thinks is love but my brain knows is just another trick.why won't I learn to tame this stupit thing or just let it run free and leave me alone.
when will I learn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem