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My friend told you,
That I didn't like you,
You didn't care,
But I still did.
Even though I said I didn't,
I still like you,
But less,
Because you broke my heart.
That was the worst part,
And everyone laughed,
At me and you,
But mostly me.
So I said I didn't like you,
I wanted to punch you so hard you wouldn't be able to taste for a week,
And then claw your eyes out,
Then but them back in.
Then I'd say, "Sorry,"
And we'd be happy,
Mostly me,
Maybe you.
But you don't care,
And I do,
But I like you less,
For what you did to me.
And sometimes I hate you,
And sometimes I love you,
But you don't like me,
So we can't be happy.
At least I can't,
I don't know about you,
When you sat in front of me in Social Studies,
I almost fainted.
Did you want me to?
Because I could've,
I would've,
I guess I should've,
If you wanted me to.
One minute I hate you,
One minute I love you,
Is there something wrong with me?!!!
Do you think so?
Will you let me cry,
Over you,
On your shoulder,
The way I do?
crying crying crying crying crying crying crying crying

This was written for my school crush, or ex-crush, anyway. I guess I kinda do like him, in a weird sorta way. Please don't ask me to explain how my mind works, 'cause it's a looong story.