Just When I Thought Dennis Was The Menace, I Checked Out Mr. Wilson - Poem by Taylor Petty
The words about you won’t come to my mind.
I want to write exactly what I feel.
But I don’t know how I feel.
You make me happy, yet you make me sad.
You make me confident, yet you make me nervous.
You give me answers, yet you leave me wondering.
You are awful and amazing.
I can tell you anything, but I don’t trust you.
Everything that I love about you, I hate about me.
Why is that?
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