Random.

you're queer.
and I hate you.
but somehow I still like you?
you barely talk to me anymore,
and think you are better than everyone else,
but still, when I see you,
a huge smile spreads across my face,
like all of those emotions are forgotten,
I like the person i used to know in you,
I know he might still be there,
but i have to find him.
somehow I think I will never forget you,
you will always have a piece of my heart with you, I've tried to move on, but the fact that I am forced to see you everyday is not helping one bit. but I do try.
and try I must.