Wasted. Poem by Marisa Unknown

I wasted these pages
Writing about how I really feel.
I waste my time
Wishing you would read what these words could reveal.
Because when I'm with you
I get this feeling that's too good to be real.

I waste my ink
Writing about you line after line.
I waste my life
Wondering what you would do if you read this.
Would you leave me be hind?

People wonder and stare
as if loving your best friend is a crime.

Is your name written across my face?
Or is it the fact that you're the one
I ran to in this crazy chase?

If loving you is crazy,
Then I guess it's not the worst thing I've done.