Ohkay, well there is this awesome sweet kickass guy, named Ryan. We've known eachother since we were about nine/ten, and now well, I'm thirteen and he's fourteen. We dated for a good three months, and then I broke things off. Well, I was reading around in his Xanga and I found a poem..
I'm falling for her.
I'm falling harder than I ever have.
I'm falling trying to grab a branch and have her heart..
And I can't forget...
But she'll never know.
Her eyes told me, they reminded me of how we were.
I felt so perfect then,
Now I'm only to realize, I am the flawed.
I am the hated.
I am the scream.
But she'll never know.
I wake up cold, thinking of her
I go to bed crying, dreaming of her...
But she'll never know.
and I know it's about me, I'm his only 'ex'. I just don't know what exactly to think and all of that good jazz.
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