You

You (yes you the reader, who else?)
make my heart weep
like my mom watching the movie Beaches,
but unfortunately I have no idea
how to get a Kleenex inside my chest
so these tears will be eternal (of course)

How could you do THAT to me?
Yes that! I don't know what exactly
but that.
That's awful (truly awful)

You make me want to stab myself
(and by want to I mean I have)
[and by "I have" I mean enough
to where it is just standard daily procedure]

Now I can't eat
(except of course for a bowl of Fruit Loops
this morning that doesn't count right?
Oh and a peanut butter sandwich for lunch)
I can't sleep
(except at night time, but a whole hour later)

And I allllllways think about you (well not when Bay Watch is on)
And the things you did. (which isn't much)

I miss you, like an unmentioned thing I miss
and know that you miss me too.

Because we were meant to be together
(even though you moved to Toledo)

Besides, a restraining order is only one step away
from a proposal. And I want you to know darling,

“I do.”

Even if I'm only 13.