There are the people you love.
the people -- -->>
you hate.
the people -- -->>
you make fun of.
the people -- -->>
who make fun of you.
the people -- -->>
you miss,
the people -- -->>
who make you laugh,
the people -- -->>
you cry about it.
the people -- -->>
you want to beat with a stick.
the people -- -->>
who make you feel sick.
the people -- -->>
you're jealous of.
the people -- -->>
you dream about.
the people -- -->>
who break you.
the people -- -->> who
smile at you.
and then there's him.
who just happens to be
(
a l
l )
of the above.
not mine
