Just because you found
a sad poem that I wrote
does not mean I am depressed.

I'm sorry for getting easily attached.
I'm just so desperate to find someone
Someone who will show me a bit of attention and love.

You just happened to come into my life
And I loved how you made me feel,
Like, yea, today might've ******, but at least I got to talk to you.

I'm sorry for being clingy
I'm just trying to be happy.
And I thought I could find that with you.

Could you be so oblivious
As to miss the sarcasm
seeping through my words?

I forgot what it felt like
that painful sting.

The one you get right after
gliding the blade against your skin.

It feels so cold, yet so relieving.
It feels so good...

*I feel guilty.

As long as you're sure
He's your Kristoff and not your Hans
Who am I to get in your way?

I'll be loyal
I am your Olaf.
Willing to disappear because
"Some people are worth melting for."

*Just as long as he's your Kristoff.

My poetry comes from emotions that you gave me.

Maybe they were exaggerated...

But they were always there.

Sorry.

Speak to me
Build me up
Make me love you.

Then take that spark
Of hope you created in me
And rip it to shreds.

Stomp on my heart
**** my vibe
Make me want you even more.

You know how much
I love you
When you do that.