There's a boy here. He says he loves me. It'd been a while Since I'd heard that. It used to be you. Actually, It was only you. He treats me well I guess. A little too well, honestly. I mean, he's great. I truly mean it. But when it comes down to it, I still love you. I'll always love Only you.
I'm writing about you again. Then again, which of these poems aren't about you?