Deep down, you’re really shallow.

They say that crushes are like fireworks:

Beautiful to watch but only lasting moments.

I tried to prolong you, grasping your components-

Futile.

Like a candle’s last breath, the falling tallow,

Like a rising fireworks expression, the vibrant hallow,

Deep down, you’re really shallow.

It’s funny how the mind makes full course meals out of breadcrumbs:

An occasional smile, a fleeting blink

Which in my haste I mistook for a wink.

Hindsight’s a killer.

Forgive my inexperience, forgive my callow,

Forgive me for thinking it all wouldnt lie fallow

But deep down, you’re really shallow.

What is the essence of a crush?

A fugitive feeling, with its core so close to its surface?

A sadistic enthraller with evil motives and purpose?

It’s lacklustre.

Like a towering giant being grazed by an arrow,

Like a spindling bone, stripped of its marrow,

Deep down, you’re really, really shallow.