i miss you
like you wouldnt believe
i could never talk to you again
because i know
you would talk to your boys about it this time
this time
this time, its me thats the joke
because youre different now
you told me you only care about one thing
and it *****
because you really are someone i love
and i want to tell you.
i want to tell you in person that im dying.
but im scared
im scared youll never want to talk to me
but ill see you on friday
at what we call prom
and i hope we can share a smile
but then again, you care about what they think now.
i want to tell you in person
that im dying.
but i cant
so im writing this poem
in hopes that youll see it.
so thats it.
im dying.
and i love you.
until we meet again.