Krissy

Krissy. 
What a glorious name.
It makes me want to giggle like a little child,
when I would have run away and hidden,
from a girl like her and crushes.
She likes black, the devil, blood, and witches,
I like black, god, girls, and switches.
We're so very different, but yet so alike.
I like her, she likes me? (hopefully)
I get to catch a glimpse of her in just 3 days.
3 days that is, if I get my way. 
My mind cannot wander from thoughts of this new girl.
I hope Wiley likes her too,
cuz I've already told him I love you
I like girls, I like guys, why do they both tell me packs of lies?
Why am I always the one saying the why's?
She calls me her cutie.
Why am I always scared of being hurt?
I'm scared to let her in, cuz I know that I
will just be hurt again. 
But o well, thats fate.