I want to whisk you away
Hold her hand like it's the only thing anchoring you to this planet
Let her wear your jacket (she likes the way it smells)
Tell her she's beautiful
Not hot.
Not ****.
Lot's of girls love themselves from the shoulders on down
Don't make the same mistake
Serenade her with corny declarations of love
I wish I lived in your socks, so I could be with you every step of the way
When life gets hard for her
Do you have a band-aid? Because I think I scraped my knee falling in love with you
When believing you love her gets hard for her
You should be a baker, because your buns are perfect
When looking in the mirror gets hard for her
Let's play Titanic: You be the iceberg, and I'll go down
When you get hard for her
Kiss her on the forehead (but only if you're tall enough to do so easily)
Worship her personality in front of friends
Worship her mind in front of parents
Worship her body in private
Worship her body in public when no one's looking
Never let her go to bed without hearing *I love you
Tie her shoe for her
Wrap your arms around her when she cries
Don't be her Prince Charming
Don't be her Knight in Shining Armor
Be the WHOLE **** KINGDOM
Be her best-friend, boyfriend, and bed-buddy
Don't be a baby: let her take pictures of you
Remember- every touch makes her heart race
Make her heart race
**Then whisk her away

I want to thank you for all you taught me
I spent 4 days,3 hours, and 20 minutes crying over you
That was 4 days,3 hours, and 20 minutes I could have used to get over you
That was wasted time
After 3 years of trying to get you to look at me that's all it ever was
Wasted time
Wasted tears
Wasted make-up
Wasted anger
Wasted me
Wasted love
It's taken what I used to be and destroyed it
I used to feel strong
I used to feel like I could do anything
I used to smile at my reflection, and know
Know that regardless of what you said, I was beautiful
But if I saw that ******* the subway, she would be a stranger
I know that you never be able to grow up enough to own up to your mistakes
I know that everyone talks about my poetry at school and that it scares you
Scares you because with one word, I could tell everyone
I could ruin your reputation, and wreck your relationship
I could turn the tables
I won't pretend that it doesn't sound beautiful
But I can't ever hurt anyone the way you hurt me

You are class president
You are the perfect student
You are the perfect boyfriend
But you will be the perfect pariah if I tell them what we did

I won't tell them though
All of your ***** little secrets will die with my feelings for you
And they are definitely dead

But after reviewing my options I have decided that I am not a martyr
We both know it, Matthew, I am not a martyr