Crushed by Crushes

Yenaros' mix of lyricism, detail, and style is a dangerous poetic force to be reckoned with.

Crushed by Crushes

I’m not gonna sit here and lie.

From minute one, I knew that I was never

The most attractive guy.

I thought that I could win my crushes over with

My personality like “they” said that I could

Then I got rejected.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Stop.

Why do I even try?

All of these useless tactics that I got from

My friends and Google didn’t help me out.

It’s got the girls that I felt some type of way for

Saying bye-bye.

I just sigh.

I’ve gone through the most trying

To make myself seem like the man that they

Can spend their life

With.

Why?

What can I do besides just move on when they

Leave me on 'read'?

Because I certainly can’t cry

Over the fact that they wanted a guy that was

Six-foot-five.

For them, they don’t think they did anything

Passing me by,

But they didn’t realize that their words and their actions

Felt like they

Did a drive-by

On me.

Trying to pry

Their words out of my heart

And trying to stop my eyes

From even looking at them again since the

Moment that they went after that other guy.

“You’re like a brother to me.”

“Now’s not the right time.”

“I’m attracted to girls.”

Those excuses are so played out.

Why even lie?

I’d rather you just hit me with-

“You’re not good enough”.

“You’re unattractive.”

“You’re too short.”

You’re too

You’re too

YOU’RE TOO…

I’m too

Busy trying to satisfy

Women that would

Rather have french fries and hair dye

Than someone like me

By their side.

Being an “average guy” trying to impress a pretty woman

Is like trying to apply for a sci-fi.

They won’t date me, but they appreciate

My help with work.

I’ve been used more than Wi-fi.

© 2019 Yenaros

Comments

Liz Westwood from UK on December 11, 2019:

You have painted a picture from the heart in this poem.