As I’m sitting, crying, you’re downstairs,
playing Halo with my brother and my friend,
I’m wondering what’s going through your head,
because I can’t even begin to comprehend.

You wrote me a love letter and I replied,
two hearts synched by something strange and divine,
but all of these wonderings cease to exist,
when your refusing to let me give you a kiss.

I’ll plan a trip to visit you one day,
your family has already invited me to stay,
but I’m not sure if I’ll get on the plane,
because I’m sick with thoughts of you again.

You wrote me a love letter and I replied,
two hearts synched by something strange and divine,
but I haven’t seen you smile since you came home,
and it’s making me wonder if it’s the you that I know.

Maybe I’ll write you a love letter instead,
something cruel to mess with your head,
filled with radio tunes and origami things,
and a secret note filled with hidden meanings.