The day i asked you out
was the day you had a choice.
The choice you made was wrong
yet great. You said Yes.
The word i love when coming
out of the mouth of the boy i love.
We went out for three days.
The Fourth was the break up.
The worst possible break up in history.
I thought you were the one.
But you broke up with me
because you never really liked me.
You only said yes because you felt bad for me.
You were wrong to think that would make me happy.
For now my heart is aching,
and my trust is crumbling to the floor.
All Because i thought you were the one.
to tom i hate you