My Book of Poems

One day you were a stranger

the next you were a friend

a month after you were a simple crush

all at once he was the one I adore and

thought was perfect.

by then, I was in love

but never said anything.

Jealous of the girl he was with.

Telling herself its her fault.

not speaking her mind.

when she did

she was never the same.

she was brave

and didn't care what others said

because she then knew who to love,

the ones that love who she actually is.