I want to write a poem for you
But I don't know how
I don't know how to put it into words
The hatred or love I feel
The confusion or pure clarity I feel
The
I feel
I feel everything and nothing all at once
I want to write a poem for you
But I don't know how

"He liked her with short hair so she cut it all off"
But what if she still likes him
And he forgot about her
After she cut it all off?

Baby pictures fill the boxes
Such innocent pictures
Swinging on swings
Drinking juice boxes
Smiling
Giggling
Happy
Growing
How can that once joyful mind turn so dark
So violent
If the past repeats itself
I hope it does soon
I would like to be that girl again

I will not think of you every moment of every day, because I do have things to do
I will not will dress for you, because I wear what I want
I will not spend every second worrying about you, because I have troubles, too
I will not agree with everything you say, because I have my own opinions
I will, however, think of you when I hear the joke you told on our first date,
And wear the dress you got me for my birthday on yours,
And worry about you when you're at an important interview
And agree with you when you've had a bad day
And love you more and more every day, until the end of time.