We were alone in the dark,
your fingers tapped the keys on my laptop,
and then they stopped.
You asked, "What is this?"
I glance over, and my breath caught in my throat.
"That's Hello Poetry."
I let you scroll through my words,
and soon your eyes filled with tears,
when you read my poems of love.
You asked who she was,
and you say if she means this much to you,
She must be amazing.
I looked at you,
and I whispered,
"Yeah. You really are amazing.

What a terrible mess we are now.
You love me,
but i love her,
and she loves you.

What happens now that we're all so broken?
Because i feel like dying,
She's so happy that she's flying,
And you're sitting back,
watching us,
and smiling.

When I tell you
that I feel less like a person,
and more like a problem,
Your eyes squint up,
and all I see is the pity in them.
I say I'm sorry,
because if my feelings
can't be handled by you,
then I'm more ruined than I thought.
You also said that at the age of thirteen,
I hold much more on my shoulders
than I could ever begin to bear.
Maybe that's true,
but I've come this far,
and I don't plan on giving up.