i was a misunderstood love poem
written at 3am
in the darkness of the hour
when sleep was too far away.
to a boy that i called mine
who never fully understood
how much i meant it
when i said 'i love you'.
for if he really knew
like the way he said
my heart wouldn't be on the floor
like the wrinkled paper he threw across the room
//rms
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