Sunday, December 03, 2006
I guess that now would be a good time to post this. I wrote this about a month or so before me and Niles were going out, and I haven't really touched it. And after reading it, it seems funny, because the first part is how I was feeling, but the rest is more of a non-mine situation, but now this poem is semi true.

I wish the walk was longer, so that I could stand by him.
But it's not.
I wish I could tell him how I felt about him.
But I don't.
And I wish that he thought I was perfect for him.
But he doesn't.
And I wish I thought he was perfect for me.
But I don't.
He only wants her.
But I don't want him to want her.
And I don't think he wants me.
But I don't want him to want me.
And I don't want him to feel my pain.
But he does want to feel my pain.
And I don't want him to love me.
But he does love me.
And I think that I love him.
And I do.
And what could be wrong with that.
Nothing.

Posted by Kayla @ 10:17 AM