God ******* **** it Chay. I can't even write ******* poetry about you. You make my heart race like no one ever does and I lose even the simplest words around you. Every text from you makes my day. Yet, you don't even seem to notice me. How extremely happy and how uncontrollably down you make me feel. Maybe because you think I'm over you. Maybe because you forgot. Perhaps you forgot, but I never did. I ******* love you. I always have. So could I get a shot? No second chances if I **** up. Is that okay? We could be okay. I can be anything you want me to be. A lover, a friend, anyone. You want love, I'm right next to you. You probably don't seek mine though. I just want another first chance with you. Maye you could love me too.