Yes this is a poem about you.
You make me laugh...

Okay, so I guess he doesn't like me.
Or he changed his mind...

I may look like nothing to you.
But you have no idea...

If I died tomorrow,
He wouldn't know how I felt...

Why do I love him?
Maybe its because as soon as he smiles and starts...

My love, this poem describes you
On good days I sleep thinking of you...

He obviously doesn't like me,
So why do I try...

I sit here alone
Staring at my phone...

I've known him since I was three.
I've cried infront of him...

The mask is worn to protect the wearer.
To keep everyone from hurting her...

One more slipped through
Out of my grasps but not out of mind...

See that funeral?
Yeah, the one with a hundred crying people...