I know that I'm sensitive
and I know I can be... clingy,
hopefully you're not too bothered
by the way I blow up your phone...
sending you songs or pictures
that I've draw, that I think you'll like
or how I continuously try to write poetry
that isn't written the way it probably should be, for you.
Hopefully, you know I act the way I do
because I'm simply crazy about you.
I'm sorry for always blowing up your phone.