Okay... Here I am... I'm going to do something very very very very very (maybe) dumb... but its easier for me to let her read this than for me to have to tell her stright up. I don't know if this is worth writing here... I don't want to ruin our friendship. I don't want her to act differently around me. So Ten, I'm sorry... but I think... I like you. You know those boys always gathered around you during English? I don't blame them for wanting to be with you... You're funny, smart, nice, pretty, a great artist, and everything else that I can't be and never will be... Its hard to hide my feelings for you. I'm not the type of person who would hide feelings from someone she cared for... But it was different this time. You're straight. When I first met you, I was somewhat confused. I asked inside my head "Is she an angel?" Over the last year, I've gotten to know you. I've answered the question which changed my sexual preferance in october of last year. "Yes" was my answer. A simple word could only mean so much if it has feelings behind it. If you don't feel the same way about me, I understand fully. This might have come as a shock to you, or maybe you've read me better than I think you have. Heck... Maybe you have feelings for me, too...
I didn't tell you sooner because I didn't (and I still don't) know what your reaction will be. I figure this: You're open minded and definately not homophobic, so why not give it a shot? Look at me... babbling on and on... I know I'm lame. I'd better let you ponder...

The truth can harm
The truth can heal
But what am I to
Carry it's message?

What am I to harm?
To heal?
What am I?
A lie.

A lie so thick
you can taste it.
A lie so soft
you can feel it.

What stories do I speak?
What wars have I caused?
I murdur.
I kill.

Such a lie
as myself
is not made
for healing.
or hurting.
but covering.
not revieling.

I'm small
and white.
But I'll grow.
watch me.

I'll grow
to be big
and black,
I will.

But once
I was told
"what hurts
can also heal"

So I must have some sort of use...