He is the reason my arms are slit.
He is the reason my heart is now a
cold dark pit.
When I look into his beauiful
greyish blue eyes, another
little part of me dies.
During class I will sit and stare.
But ask him out, I do not dare.
He has no idea what he has done to me,
But do not tell him I plea.
When he walks by,
I'll begin to cry as I see his girlfriend
ascend.
So I walk alone wishing he could see
That to my heart he holds the key.
Jessica Dunlap
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-is-the-reason-2/
