I think I love you

I've been looking for a poem that would be perfect to send

but i've had to write my own to get out what's in my head

you see I really like you

So much in fact it aches

But yet you still don't notice

and keep calling me your 'mate'

You took me out all the time

and invited me to all these places

the late at night you would call

always tell me how beautiful my face is

One night you came over and with you I shared my bed

after that you were stuck always in my head

My god I tried to fight it

I couldn't handle getting hurt - not again

and then guess what?

It stopped

What I must of felt to you is now dead.