I'm sorry I said that I hate you
because it's obvious that I don't
And here I made a promise
if you'll ever see it,
I don't know if you'll be mad or surprised
I'll write you a poem every day
maybe some days more than just one
About how you made me feel
because it's the only way for me to get out
of the bubble that I'm trapped inside
I can't tell it to anybody else
because my best friend is a better friend of hers
and other friends they think i hate you
and maybe i do
so I'll tell what I think to a blank page
that I'm filling with hopes
that someday you'll forget her
and remembered I'm still here
waiting stupidly, for you to come around
YOU ARE READING
Poems he'll never see
Poetryi'm not good with writting poems i just write them because stories are too long and he's not worth it. or maybe he is, yeah he is i just don't want to accept that as a fact