You want to know a secret?
(will I laugh?)
I wrote poems about you.
Yup, that’s what I said. Poems.
(Poems? You?)
Sappy, bad poems.
And that story you read,
(the freedom one?)
That was about you.
But you’re too big an idiot
(smarter than thou)
To notice that.
The poems? They’re cringe worthy,
(I’ll bet they are)
But I liked them once.
I liked you once, scratch that
(what?)
I loved you once.
Uh-huh. Head over heels.
(This is a joke.)
I had butterflies around you.
Absolutely crazy about you
(oh my god)
‘til I couldn’t see straight.
But you had her and me?
(You had me.)
I was alone.
(You want to know a secret?)
Will I laugh?
(I didn’t have her all the time.)
(And sometimes… just once or twice…)
Mm-hmm?
(I wished I had you instead.)
…
(…)
…
You know what?
(what?)
I’m glad you didn‘t.
A/N: yes, another sappy bad poem. Please remember while reviewing poetry is the bane of my existence

