Pull at my heart strings For nearly 3 months Forced guilt trips on myself Thinking you hated me I cried for you I cried for me I cried for everything about you I cried because I thought you hated me Thoughts about you 24/7 I remembered the little things The things that meant the most Sarcasm. Honesty. Humor. Flirting. Of course you were the counselor And I was the camper Nothing could ever happen between us But I still loved you as a friend Did you like me as a friend too? I think you did Why would write this little e-mail 3 months later? Because of fear about your job? Possibly, but I also think there was a slight intrest in how I was. With your little e-mail You mended my broken heart Elmer's glue filled the cracks Scotch tape held together the rips I can't have you I know I can't But I can pretend I can. Shut up Jim. It wouldn't be robbing the cradle. It's only 4 years...so there! Trust me...robbing the cradle...I've never heard of a 4 year old little boy stealing a baby have you?! Anyways. HAHA. I'm so dumb. How the heck did you get this journal anyways Jim?! I don't understand you! I love you Aims. Hey random people! Make a comment on my crappy poetry!