Dear Emerson,
I left another tube of paint in your locker today and wrote 'Meet me on the roof after school.'
Today I'd planned to confess to you.
But when I opened the door you were kissing her.
I forgot to write my name on it and I guess she took that as a chance to claim it as her own action.
I think she was jealous of our relationship.
We can laugh and play.
You two argue day in and day out.
I love you, but I'm only being honest.
-Katrina
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POETRY | E.B.
FanfictionDear Emerson, You started talking to her again and you began ignoring me too. I miss you a lot. When are you going to come back to your senses? -Katrina
