i believe i love you still, sir.
and probably always will,
but for now all i can do is pretend that i don't .
it's what is best. for you.
No. for me. i need to learn
to put myself
i am dying a little bit each time
we hug, and you say "Hey".
"Hey" leave me
be, go away
i realize you like her alot [more than me]
and i've grown to accept that,
i think the only reason i can't get over you
is because i never had a chance
to be with you,
to kiss your
you're a decent guy and any girl is lucky to have you.
i'm very unlucky, it seems.
i can't find the rainbow
to find the end of "us",
no that's not true,
there is no
it took me three months to detox from your scent, smile,
hair, humor, laugheyeslipsteethbrainbones.
but only three whole minutes to retox,
i hate you for making me like this.
i love you for making me like this.
you've made me blind to other boys.
you've let me see myself, for once.
that i have a talent, knack
for words that could rip a soul
apart, into three million pieces,
in just under three short seconds.
thank you for that,
i guess that i've always been this way, full
of words and emotions and other crap
but if you had never come along i
wouldn't have ever let out a word
onto this blank page.
i want this to be the last time i write You
a poem, a word, a thought. the last time
You=you. i need you to equal
someone else, but your quite the
attention hog and just won't let
that happen, now
will you, my dear?
now will you, dear, please get out of my head?
i am about to cry and i do not want all this
ink to go to waste. to waste my time
and talents on such an oblivious boy
sickens me. but then again, i strive
for sickness, don't i? the emotions
i've become so addicted to.
i [do]n't need you.
but then again, who doesn't
get addicted to something