(let me just say that this poem was written last year, and i have no intention of saying good-bye now...)
We've known each other for six
months,
And for the first three, we had fun.
Then afterwords the rest of the
chicks we knew,
Started to separate
You said if so, it would just be me
and you.
That was a promise you didn't keep,
When people do that, then that's
where i don't appreciate
That person.
But you were like half of me-
We were so close;
But i guess that's what fate chose.
So i guess we're going on our own
ways,
And obviously there's nothing else
to say.
So BYE.
Don't worry, i'll die,
Just not by suicide.
