You tend to blush when you hear my jokes,
I laugh along as a friend,
Although my fear is tending to happen,
I won't be the only one crying

It wasn't meant to happen this way,
A little crush goes a long way,
I'm not trying to rhyme or anything,
Just writing the pain,
Flowers tend to grow as my hatred for this emotion,
I fear it,
I panic
As someone's past will be my future,

Why must my words jumble as it's occurring through my head,
We understand the meaning behind crush as it's waiting to happen,
Why must you destroy me again, hatred?

Please respect that this is my creative writing. If you wish to share,
please show my name as credit. Thank you.
Based on real experiences.