I wrote to
You a poem.
It was long
But it explained
Everything to you.
It told you
That I loved
You but I
Was happy to
Be friends.
It told you
I was sorry
But now I
Don't blame myself.
I love you
So much that
It hurts. But
That thing can't
Happen again. I
Hope we're still
Cool to hang
Around at the
Weekend. Just not
There. It would
Be nice to
Know if you
Loved me back
But your smile
And the way
You make me
Laugh so much
Is enough for
Me. I only
Hope you don't
Break my heart
Before it's fully
Developed. I guess
That I would
Know the answers
To my thoughts
If I had
Given you the
Poem to read.
But I didn't
Because there were
So many others
There. Perhaps I
Will call you
Instead because it
Seems thoughtless to
Text you news
Like what I
Need to say.