I miss you,
*******,
With my whole being.
You make me so
SCARED.
Scared to think that
I can be happy.
I'm having a great time,
Flirting with him,
But then I think
"****, I'm leading him on.
I can't do this.
I'm ruining this."
So, *******.
You ******* *******,
Who stole my heart
And returned it,
Shattered,
In a million pieces,
And no intention to fix me.
Oh, and by the way?
I **** at sewing.