This poem is for giving me your time, and not whining about what I do with it.
This poem is for reading my stuff even having better things to do.
This poem is for all of those who have talked to me when they feel I’m depressed.
This poem is for you.
This poem is also for all of those guys who sit on their beds all night long looking intensely at their cellphones waiting for a message from their crush.
It is also for the girls who are afraid to tell a guy their feelings because they feel like he should do it first.
It is also for the guys who feel rejected and abandoned and boring and are really just shy.
It is also for the girls who feel ugly and fat and boring and are really just imagining things.
This poem is for anybody who’s in love with someone who doesn’t know they exist.
This poem is for anybody who falls in love helplessly within a week with no reason behind it and doesn’t want to talk about it because nobody really falls in love with someone they don’t know really well and is afraid people will make fun of them.
This poem is for anybody who falls in love helplessly within a week with no reason behind it and talks about it because it’s his/her feelings and he/she doesn’t give a shit about what people say.
This poem is for you.
This poem is for you because I love you and want to be with you and you have a boyfriend or don’t like me or don’t seem like you like me or just don’t want to be with me right now or you’re just not right for me or you don’t appreciate people falling in love with you for no reason or you’re afraid I’ll hurt you or you’re afraid you’ll hurt me or you’re just not looking for a relationship or you just don’t see me that way.
This poem is for you because I love you and I don’t care.
This poem is for you because you don’t love me and you don’t care.
This poem is for you because I hope you’ll give me a chance someday.
This poem is for those that don’t recycle and those who do.
This poem is for the smokers and the drinkers and the junkies.
This poem is for the foot fetishists and the masochists and the porn addicts and the voyeurs.
This poem is not for you.
I mean, for what I just said it is not for you, for everything else it is.
This poem is most definitely from me to you.