The Jerk, The Sweetheart (Who Are You) Poem by Jess Terry

The jerk,
The sweetheart,
the guy who'd catch me,
when i'd fall,
my something,
my everything,
my nothing at all,
my friend,
a stranger in the street,
an acquaintance,
or nervous crush,
staring at his feet,
I love you,
i hate you,
Guardian angel through the night,
My enemy,
my baby,
telling me 'its alright'
so god damn frustrating,
so schizophrenic,
but i swear to god,
i couldn't change a thing
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