Diego Adrian Manriquez

Rookie (6/30/1993 / California)

Scrapbook - Poem by Diego Adrian Manriquez

As I turn the page of the scrap book you have made for me,
With pictures of us and little love notes and cliche poetry about how I felt about you,
Makes me really question myself,
If I cause this pain on to me purposely so I make an overdramatic statement on life?
Or if I really fell in “love”?
I’m sure that I have never really been able to tell the difference,
I wish that one day soon enough I grow out of this shell and move on to better and bigger things,
For each day that passes I confused myself into believing I was in love,
Makes me regret not actually looking for it in the first place,
Not one day passes where I don’t sit and think about you for at least 4 hours straight,
It irratates me,
I hate the stupid butterflies I get,
I hate the fact that a smile that comes on my face,
I hate that I’ve fooled myself into love and I can’t realize that it was never there.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 24, 2012

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