I loved you.
From back in the days of the dry erase board.
The tomagotchi days.
The boy with the guitar.
A friend. Someone kinda like me.
In a world of people so different, the normal ones.
I loved you.
In Chris' basement.
My first kiss.
My first of many things.
To me, you were perfection.
To you... I was just a way to pass the time
'till something better came along.
So I hated you.
Because you remind me.
That Im not good enough.
That I was NEVER good enough.
I've become too fat.
Too akward.
Can't "Dance Dance Revolution."
Too bitchy.
So I hated you.
Because my loyalty and undying love,
do not sustain you.
Because no amount of poetry or pictures
can change this.
The Love and the Hate in me.
They had a war.
Neither won.
They both died.
So I have niether Love nor Hate.
Just memories.
Thats MY scenario.
Theres nothing funny about it.
