Now a poem by: Tanya Baker

I asked you if you liked me
You said no.

I asked you if I was pretty
You said no.

I asked you if I was in your heart
You said no.

I asked you if you would cry if I walked away
You said no.

So, I walked away but you grabbed my arm and said:

I don't like you. I love you.

You're not pretty. You're beautiful.

You're not in my heart. You are my heart.

And if you walked away... I wouldn't cry.
I would die.