What you Really Mean to Me

She doesn't know yet,
Because I can't say.
She downs herself everyday.
I never get the guts to tell her.
Because I'm afraid for the worst.
When all I know is that she'll think,
Is that I'm forgetting the one side.
The evil side.

I want her to know now.
So I'm writing this poem.
I know that I love her.
And she knows too.
And yet what makes it worse,
when she puts herself down.
Is that I know that she is
The best thing around.

And basically now she knows.
How much I love her so.
And what I wanted all along.
Is for her to know.

You're the best thing that ever happened to me.
And I mean every word I said.