I hate the way he so easily strings me along. I hate it even more that I let him. But, when I'm with him I feel like I belong. The thing is, I'm not the only girl he does this to. He makes everyone feel special...That's the way he is. I assume that all the others feel the same as I do. The difference is that they eventually give up. I do too but, I always come back to him. I always will. Of course he knows this. That's why he never gives up. He gives me enough attention so that I will stay. I'm so used to it by now. I've learned to keep my emotions at bay. He doesn't care about me. I am nothing to him. But, how could I not come back when he draws such pretty flowers on my math homework?
I always come back to him. I always will.
This is actually one of the worst poems I've ever written and it was also the first poem I had ever written. I'm keeping it on my page though because it reminds me of how far I have come with my writing skills.