Someone so cold hearted
By: Lily Rose Parker
Why do I love someone so cold hearted? Or at least that's what they say. I'm not sure what it is about him. He gives me a strict look without even trying. His jokes are crappy. He doesn't care and neither do I. I have to show responsibility, which he does not. When I smile or even laugh, he doesn't notice. Or at least that's what I think. "You haven't even hung out with him like I have." She said. I know. At least I have art class with him. He was 2 when I was new. He is G and I am S of the alphabet. What do I do? I continue to love when I don't intend too. I guess I should have not skipped the last page. My heart sinks more and more as another page rips just like the last. A tear of bitter sweet love falls, trying to hold back. Why am I crying for a B of the alphabet. I must stick silent as the love gets violent. The F in his alphabet is the L in mine. His 8 is my 6. He is the antonym and I, the synonym. He is the metaphor and I, the simile. They want a "No" as I want a "Yes." But I guess that's up to H of the alphabet.