of stupid thing called crush

You force yourself to forget a person.
You even force yourself to like new person.
You thought it was the best option you have.
You fall for it.
But it's not like what you think.
The more you do, the more you think of your past.
Your present is blurred when your past is focused.
You did wrong.
You should've known better.
You should've listened to your best buddy.
But it's too late.
Things have gone out of control.
Everything falls on you.
There's no way to restart nor rewind.
It's definite.
And truth be told.
You miss that one.

What's done is done.
I am to announce;
Of no longer having crush nor holding grudges.
As crush had been crushed;
And grudges had been ground.

Must get out of this shit.