"I’ve developed a habit of keeping,
of feelings bottled in and tucked away,
silently sitting in a corner admiring from afar
in secret, this is how I love.
This is me trying to suppress.
This is me holding back what keeps resurfacing.
This is how I control the uncontrollable,
denying what’s meant to be felt,
doubting the possibility of being enough,
we know rejection is a lover’s weakness.
And ever so often, I am at a loss
because to desire someone,
means wanting to give the best
for the person you yearn,
for the person you strive,
and you half-beg that they see
the heights you would climb,
and oceans you’d cross
just to prove you’re worthy.
But how can my heart be enough
in a sea full of other hearts much bigger
and better compared to what I have to give.
How can someone choose
a battered, and bruised,
to one that’s whole and unlike mine.
But if I’m lucky,
if by heaven’s will you choose me,
how I would cherish you for a lifetime."
Keen Malasarte, I Think About This A Lot When I Crush On Someone
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