**No, it's not a poem, it's really a letter that I...
Dear John Mark...

I hate how everyone compares love
to Romeo and Juliet...

I don't think I can make it through the night
Everything is wrong, nothing seems right...

I watched you lay there on the bed
A sweet, sleepy smile on your face...

I don't think I can make it through the night
Everything is wrong, nothing seems right...

I miss you now more than ever before
But I trust that God will leave an open door...

I'm just stopping by to say hi
And ask how you've been...

This is my ode to roadkill
Here's to the stench, the disgust...

Flipping through my geometry book
A small papercut pricked my finger...

You asked me last night if I loved you
I thought my emotions were plain to see...

Watch out, I break a little too easily
Because I am a little porcelain doll...

Shall I compare thee to a math test?
You are just as confusing...