The thing is, I'm called the "Home Wrecker"
You finally take an interest in me,
And I'm cast as the Home Wrecker....
I finally get to text you and talk to you...
You send me goofy pictures (to brighten my day),
Tell me I'm pretty,
And even talk to me for three hours straight...
"What's going on?!" My brain screams at me...
I've liked you for 3 years,
Yet you've never acted like this...
So my final question is this...
What's the Catch?

YOU ARE READING
Him...
ПоэзияMy heart-broken story of a bad romance through poetry Maybe things are beginning to look up..?