Poem
By: Krisco

A/N: I wrote this after talking to a girl that I am absolutely positively long-distantly-CRAZY for. If distanly is even a word.

It’s complicated to tell you what I tell my friends.

Just like it’s complicated for you to tell me your feeling about me.

I have so much stuff built upside of me that it’s tear me apart.

I just can’t stand it anymore.

I need to tell someone. I just don’t know who I can trust, besides a piece of paper, a mirror, and a teacher.

I tried to tell a relative. But she just looks at me weird and changes the subject…

It’s really complicated to tell you how I feel.

It would be a lot easier if I could just tell you in person.

I hate telling people how I feel through text, because I want to see their reaction.

Instead of reading what they say cause the could easily say something and not mean it…

I can’t hold onto it anymore.

I got to let go.

But I can’t tell you yet.

I can’t make sense of it my self.

I just wish I could look you straight into the face and tell you…