This poem was written sometime during the beginning of the 2010/2011 school year, preferably somewhere between October and November. It ended up being featured in our school newspaper in June's edition, though I was seriously considering having it removed, for reasons better left unexplained.
Is it love,
or is it hate?
How shall I decide this fate?
Is it me,
or is it you?
How should I know what to do?
Is this truly irritation,
or secretly infatuation?
This requires contemplation.
What is false and true?
It isn't love, it cannot be
And hate is much too strong for me
The answer I have yet to see
is...can you feel this too?
And if you can, could you explain it?
Can you train, control or tame it?
Is there a way that you maintain
its influence on you?
Do memories flood you like oceans,
returning with the swiftest motions?
You may not admit it, but I've the notion -
yes, in fact, they do.
And I know deep inside that heart
That somewhere I am still a part
And even with a brand new start...
I know you miss me too.