You always talked good about me.
I remember, when I cut my hair in 7th grade, I hated it with my whole heart,
But I knew you were too good for me,
So I asked you what do you think about it, knowing you'll say "it looks good on you" and so you did.

But 'til we finished school,
You were just a friend to me,
Still you were the first person I shared my new hair with,
So you really were just a good friend to me?

Then at the start of 8th grade,
One time you crossed our fingers together and you started play with my hand,
I felt something, something went through my body, it were shivers.
Then I thought, something is wrong with me,
Maybe I just need a crush to be in love.

But that crush didn't come but you remained with me.
You were something else,
You always gave me peace,
Even when you holded my hand,
But in my eyes, I didn't want you to be my crush.

One year later, we grew apart,
So you became more confident,
And you told me a 'big' secret: I never were just a friend in your brown eyes.

This means, while I hated my hair in 7th grade, I was your everything, right?
So that's why you always treated me the same when I went to school with my 3 days greasy hair with no makeup 'cause I was bored of life, right?

Why didn't you say this earlier?
Why then, when you did a playlist for your girlfriend and before you started to ignore me completly 'cause you're terrified of your feelings?

How do you feel about I write poems about you?
But you know? I just write these just to allow myself to think about you,
'cause when I don't write for you, I don't let myself to sink down to the water.