Her Me Poem by Shreyas Ashtamkar

There was a guy, who liked a girl, thought that he loved her, but she had her own plans. He was very much into her. He saw nothing else other than her and her achievements. Se was also a poet. She had her blog too... She did not know how to deal with her. A person would have just been straightforward, as 'just don't like me' and 'stay away'. But she was different. Cause he was different. He had no greed, no wants, no ego, and biggest of all.. he respected her. He knew that she was right. He knew she was different. He knew she had a bad past. He did not force. He said he did not want any relation. He simply wanted to talk. BUT! Assumptions! ! ! One confusion, multiple confusions and it's like he was are lost in a forest of confusion. She was confused too, but she never showed it onto her face. She knew she was not wrong, but was not sure if he was right.
This caused him to get into depression, and here is a poem by him.

P.S. I like to refer to myself as a third person.