the story

yes

it's rare i tell this story

of a girl in love;

i do not speak of this

not this way,

i only say how she cried

every night before she met you

and sometimes after

but happy tears;

i say how she cut and

made promises and

broke them;

i wrote about how she

was broken

i hope you know it's rare

so you must be so special

and you must mean so much;

i might say

you mean everything,

please believe me-

you are the first choice

and the only;

all the suns and stars and

galaxies;

the one who deserves so much better

than me

and anything i could ever write or give you;

you deserve love and life and

anyone you wanted;

and the one who wouldn't think

this **** poem is about her?

it is

will i ever say this again?

will i ever tell

the story of

the girl in love

again? platonically, since you'll ask

i love you so much

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