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Javi Claycombe Nov 2013
It is the last day of middle school
And today I was finally going to tell her, that I love her
When the bell rang and as we walked down the hall
She said, see ya, have a great summer, and she gave me a hug
I just want to tell her how I feel
That I love her and that I have always loved her
But I can’t, because I know she doesn't feel the same way
We are friends and nothing more, and it will always be this way

We are seniors in high school and prom is coming up
Her high school sweet heart just broke up with her
She came to my house and cried all night
She asked me if we could go together, as friends
I said yes, that’s what friends are for
She said I’m so lucky to have you
I just want to tell her how I feel
That I love her and that I've always loved her
But I can’t, because I know she doesn't feel the same way
We are friends and nothing more, and it will always be this way

Today is her wedding and she looks so beautiful
Her husband seems nice and he truly seems to make her happy
She spotted me across the room and ran over to say hello
She said, I’m so happy you were able to make it
I said, that’s what friends are for
As she walked away to the alter I couldn't help but to feel regret
Every part of me wanted to stand up and object
I just want to tell her how I feel
That I love her and that I've always loved her
But I can’t, because I know she doesn't feel the same way
We are friends and nothing more, and it will always be this way

Today is her funeral and she looks so peaceful
But I can’t believe that she is really gone
I gave her a kiss on her forehead and got down on my knee
I leaned in and whispered into her ear
I just want to tell you how I feel
That I love you and that I've always loved you
And I will never stop loving you
Then her daughter came up to me and gave me a diary
She said it was her mothers and that she wanted me to have it
When I got home that night I studied the old pictures of us
And then I began to read the diary
As I read, my hands began to tremble, my heart racing as tears ran down my face
She wrote “I just want him to know how I feel
That I love him and that I've always loved him
But I can’t, because I know he doesn't feel the same way
We are friends and nothing more”
Javi Claycombe Nov 2013
Who I am to you
Is whom I shall be
A person of expression
Using whit as an insecurity
Having words carry my impossibilities
An excuse for hopes dreams and miseries

I long to be
I desire to be
What I can never be
My identity, of make believe
Of which I know everything

As me I can be like anything
As a poet I can be everything

I am the man I've lead you to believe
The man who wants everything
Who'd rather live in fantasy
Where his words are powerful and his soul is clean

Forgive me
My insanity
I am a poet
Unwillingly

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