"What's a squish?"
I do not
joy I feel
when I see
those whom I
"A squish," says
"is like a
crush. A very
You want them
to want to
be your friend,
a good friend,
a close friend,
but a friend.
and it hurts
when you find
they want more
or less, or
not a thing
to do with
you and your
terms and words
are lost in
a world which
in the a-
You take a breath.
You take another.
Life goes on,
for all that you wonder
about if things will ever last,
And here we see what all have known,
that those once planted will be grown,
and when you see your squish again,
perhaps you will have formed a plan
to see and speak of what you want
without it seeming thin and gaunt.
And if they may reject you still,
let your soul with sadness fill.
For the feelings, you know, are complex,
and I know they will still you vex,
but think again of your friend and foe,
the one whom you strived to know,
think on them with fondness, then let them go.
Because they weren't worth your time,
but time used is never wasted, fine
things and people are coming inside,
and these things can be taken in stride.