my poems

a letter to her

i don't like people who get involved in people's relationships, but i'm becoming that person. by writing this letter. but it's something i just have to do and i'm sorry...i promise not to send it, it just has to be written to get it out of my mind. i don't want to hate you, but whenever i see you there's the familiar feeling of a knife being plunged into every part of me that matters. i want to hate him, but whenever he smiles i just want to kiss his face. love may only be a word, but it's also this crazy thing that either works or hurts. maybe what i feel - or felt - for him wasn't love, but whatever it was - or is - sucks. one day, he was mine; and today, he's yours. one day maybe you and i will be friends or maybe i just simply won't care. i hope one day comes soon. if i can't make him happy, then i hope that you can, because in my eyes, he deserves the stars and the moon and everything under it. give that to him, please, or give him back to me so that i can. i still care about him, but enough to let him be happy even if it's with you whom i'm working on not hating.