Why am I writing about you again?  
Maybe it is because I can't get you out of my mind.  
The way you look at me
Maybe it is because of how you confuse me.  
You treat me like a treasure and take me places I have never been.  
But you make me feel bad for speaking
Like I am stupid or something.  
But I really like you and I hate how it breaks me but I don't say anything.  
I just keep laughing.  
Like the dumb ignorant person I am.

I am writing about you again.  
This time it is because I hate who I am.  I just wish you could like one thing about me.  Sorry I talk too much or talk to loud.  Sorry I laugh weird.  Sorry I walk weird or trip around.  I hating having to watch what I say and do 24/7 because I don't want to upset you.  

I am writing about you.  
Because I love you.