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I see you often
almost everyday.
You don't make a sound,
but, when you do, I can't hear what you say.
You run from me and I follow.
I can't have you too far away.

You can't stand me
and I can see why.
I'm your little neighbor
who gets obsessed a bit easily with guys.
An "emo" who writes,
And cuts, and cries.

You know so much about me
and yet so little.
We're neighbors,
but to me, you're still a riddle.
We were closer before,
but now when we hang, you tell me not to get in the middle.

I still like you,
after all this time.
After almost 3 full years as friends,
you're still the only guy who stays on my mind.
We've had some great times, some more than others,
and I really wish I could just rewind.

8.20.09