I. Love. You
Obviously, you don't have a clue what those words mean,
because those words were suppose to be special to me.
I. Hate. You.
That's what you really meant,
otherwise you wouldn't have gone off and told all of your friends.
I. Need. You
That's what I kept thinking of before I went to bed,
but then I finally figured you out, with the thoughts in my head.
