Him

Maybe it was my hair,maybe it was the way i looked,maybe it was my weight,maybe it was nothing,but when i saw him i knew i loved him and he didn't love me back.Him is his name.He never looked or felt the same way as i did.He was perfect and i was not,you could see it as that i was a nerd and he was the head jock. He did look at me a lot and i blushed a lot, nothing to usual, accept he called me fat.Well now i am ghost, haunting his cold hard soul,and i live in hell. So him watch out at night him because i am always there at your bedside waiting for you to say you love me