I spent the day looking at you poems It was the only time you were honest I do the same thing, I’m no different I just wish I could see everything previous
Before this time and misunderstanding When you could listen And not jump the gun But then your smile starts fading
I know I’m losing my opportunities But I don’t know what to do I’m stressing out, looking for fixes But you still hate me, don’t you?
Now instead of studying, I study her poems. I’m noticing so many details. I wish I could ask her want she meant, but I could never attempt that.