Too many times I've chased;
followed,
confessed my love, drove her away...
Too many times I've fallen;
crumbled,
let my guard down for her.
Too many times, I've settled;
for what? What ever came along...
Always had to be a "serious"
"committed" "exclusive" suicide.
Why couldn't I settle for friends?
Because I'm stubborn.
But you, I understand you.
It's only been a couple months.
Single, crushed,
used and abused like a tissue.
::I know how that feels.
I'd rather have a really good friend, in you.
Author notes
Complete shit this is. It's harder writing about the good... WHY? All I know is the end of June will be spent with her. 4 days in a tent. 5 nights of campfire and late night drinks. 4 days of Country music; 4 days of memories. I can't see it being spent with anyone except her. I"m really looking forward to it; I am not crazy about her, I'm not after sex, I'm not trying to get with her. None of that, just spending time with her I amazing enough.
For every reason I should leave this shitty ass town, she is the only thing to cancel them all out.
She told me I can't move away, she'd miss me. I know personally she feels no obligation to say that...Which in hind sight, is exactly the scenario I love. She doesn't need me, she doesn't need any man; that's what I love most about her.
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wow this is really good. and your note things at the end are soo sweet ^.^ but anyways the poem rocked! keep up the good work
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