This is why I said no more love poems. To be honest I don't know what I expected. Maybe just for something different. Or maybe something that made me feel a little more. I guess knew this would happen I'm mean a senior and a sophomore. Right people wrong time. It seems to be a reoccurring theme for me. Maybe I should just **** around again and let myself be free. But then at the same time you actually meant something to me. Even though I don't know what it was. Doesn't matter now though I guess. Because I refuse to let myself become a mess. I feel like I've already grown from this. I just hope I haven't grown too cold from this. Though at the center I know its still me. Maybe that's what I need. Someone who thinks more like me. This is why I said no more love poems.