For the first time in weeks,
In months,
In one year,
I have felt a smile on my face.

For the first time in weeks,
In months,
In one year,
I felt her touch my heart again.

She left a poem,
A piece of her to read,
To understand,
Why she did what she did to me.

Frightened and scared I get,
Whenever I read it,
Because for so long I felt she knew every inch of my soul,
But she couldn’t be more wrong of how I feel just now.

I am not happy,
Because though she may have distractions,
I don’t,
I only had her to love and to hold.

I have not kissed a boy,
I have not went on a date,
Because she is my strength,
And without my strength,
I wouldn’t know what in the frocking hell to say.

And how could she say,
That I would walk away,
If she ever talked to me,
Even a simple “hi”.
I would try to run,
And try to hug her at the same time,
Try to laugh,
Try to cry,
But most importantly,
Try to breath.

I always try to ring her up,
E-mail her a thought or two,
Because I know if I would,
We would be friends again.
But I’m scared,
I will be rejected again,
Because I know,
In my heart of hearts,
She is scared to.

I still don’t know if that poem is for me,
Or if she’ll look back and think to come here,
But if she does,
One day or another,
I want her to know,
That if she wants,
I will still want to talk to her.
And that’s all I want to tell her,
That’s all I want her to know.

That if she ever wants,
I would be back by her side.
Her partner in crime,
Her cooked up friend,
Because all I’m doing right now,
Is wasting my life,
Potting in a corner.