I found another poem from my notebook:
I've been giving you th cold shoulder for months.
But I think about you when I hold my pen.
You and I used to be there for each other.
As I sigh, I wish we were friends again.
A compliment from you, a flicker of concern-
I'm looking for the signs.
Even though I still love you,
I no longer want you to be mine.
Baka says I'm too dramatic,
That I should come out of my shell.
But I know that If I do that,
You and him will only give me hell.
But If I stay inside of it,
Things still won't be right.
I'll think of the way you tortured me,
And my heart will turn black as night.
What do I do, Makoto-sama?
Should I let our relationship die?
In my heart I know I could never do that.
I just want to be friends, you and I.