Tiger, Tiger

The part with the tiger was written from a perspective of when I was little and gullible and I really thought he cared about me, too. I've actually told him that I liked him. Then, somehow, I convinced myself I didn't like him, but just to come back two years later madly in love with him and knowing it. My best poetry has come from him. Thanks, sweetie. You left me in pieces to clean myself up--but at least you were always here for me I'm so glad that I'll never get over you. It's the best thing that's happened. Now I can write poetry that's really, really good and it's all thanks to YOU!!