The Faceless Man

You know,

I love you.

I seemingly have to readmit it to myself.

But yes,

I certainly seem to love you.

Being 'in love'

Is something different,

It involves reciprocation

And some sort of strange

Other thing,

Like chemical X

or something.

And it's snowing,

And beautiful.

And Friday.

I love you.

You don't know that.

Nor should you,

But sometimes it is just a

Cathartic sort of thing,

To love someone.

Just a little bit.

Yes,

Tis true,

You silly boy.

Adieu.

There will probably be the

"Friday, pt. 2" edition later.