So this is just a random poem that I wrote about the boy that is sort of a continuation for the other poem called the boy on the other page that states about the boy who I fell in love with.
I know you talk to other girls
But I don't mind
We're not dating
You make me happy
But I know that my happiness won't last
Because I know one of us will fuck it up
Maybe by telling you my feelings
Or something stupid
I don't think that you care about me
You never ask me anything
About my life
About my day
But I'll ask you everything
Because I want to get to know you
About your story
About you
Because maybe I like you
Maybe I'll hide my feelings
I don't want you to know
I don't want to fuck us up
A good thing.
