When will you ever know?

This is a poem I wrote about Dylan. *gasp* Yes I know.





Hey.
It's me again.
I feel like I talk to your voicemail more than you.
But it's okay 'cause I know were just friends.

Just calling to read you this poem.
Roses are red, violets are blue
You've changed so much and so have I.
But the only thing I can say about it is fuck you.

Take a look at the world around you.
You have to realize the world has a dark side.
Wake up and see
That I've crossed over.

Truth is you crossed over before I did.
You're just better at masking it up.

Both you and I pretend we don't give a damn.
Yet we care more about each other than anyone else does.

But still,
You love me.
I love you.
Yet we're still "just friends"

I'm sick of making the first move.
You want me you come and get me.
But I know you and the day you finally come to get me,
Is the day after I die.





**Yes this poem is true. Also, I am writing yet ANOTHER story. Details to come!!!!! :)