Make A Plan To Love Me

I felt so bad for lying to you.
That my stomach turned all night.
Rumbling these deep cynical thoughts.

I stayed up the whole night.
Writing you a letter.
Saying how sorry
I was, and that
I would never
ever ever
bother
you
.
.
.
again.

I gave it to my brother's friend.
Who personally knew you.

I didn't find out that you were his best friend.
Until much later when it was too late.

But I didn't know much about you anyways.
Actually I did know of you, but I didn't know you.

For starters.
You being in a band.
You being popular.
You being in the eyes of every teenage girls.

It was worse when my brother's friend.
Gerard Way as I should say.
Read the letter behind
you as you were
reading it.

Completely shocked.
He turned to you.
Just shocked.
Out of his
mind.