This is a poem to Jean Michel
I do not know you; you would never tell me?
I told you about my life
We laughed and kissed, holding hands in the cold air.
My thoughts are still stuck on your imperfect smile
And deep dark eyes that I stared into so often.
I never thought it was real
Or that it would stay afloat
But I care too much to let you go.
You hurt me unknowingly and you still seem as ignorant
You say "hey" and "i love you"; but really is that the truth?
You lied from the beginning in that 5"8 muscular physique
And still seem unwilling to tell me the truth.
I said I wouldn't judge you, which didn't seem enough
But can we still be friends without that mistrust.
