Forest: Yeah, the name of the poem sounds quite...suggestive, but it's just me being weird.

I doodle his name on desks,

Paper,

Notebooks,

My skin,

It’s a school girl crush, I thought,

It’ll pass,

Like The last one,

I’m not throwing my heart away,

Not again,

Not after last time,

Just a school girl crush,

We said those words to reassure me,

But all the words in the world,

Could not have told me,

How wrong we were

It’s just infatuation,

So the wording changed,

It wasn’t that different,

I’d still get over him,

I hoped,

Not going to do that again,

are you?

No, not I won’t

I can’t,

My heart is healed,

And cold,

It’s just infatuation,

I’ll get over him.

You’re wrong,

I told my heart,

She’s his,

Not mine,

Not mine,

I can’t,

For her sake,

I can’t love him,

I won’t,

Because I love her,

But I worried,

When she threw it away,

And broke his heart,

I was there for him,

My love.

Oh, how I love him,

I realized this one day,

I’d give the stars,

Just to make him smile,

My placement on his list of friends,

His words when we speak,

His hugs,

His eyes,

He makes me smile,

Oh how I love him,

Oh how I wish he would know,

I’m giving him time to heal,

I’m happy,

For the first time,

I’m in love,

So unrequited,

And I’m happy,

Oh, how unfair.