We go back and forth.

I wouldn't really consider this a solid poem. It's kinda like thoughts mingled into a sort of poem.

We go back and forth.

 One day it's good.

 The next not so much.

Its like rocky on a creaky boat.

 Will we both fall off?

And gosh do I like him.

Yes, I do.

But. Back and forth, we go.

 Why do we go back and forth?

 Why can't it be all the same.

That's a statement. I want it to be all even ground.

And gosh. He understands me. That's what pulls me into him.

He is my best friend. The one who understands me. Feels me. Knows ExAcTlY what I mean. I don't really have to explain.

 He. just. knows.

Point blank. Knows.

And I know you know what I mean. When you find that one person who you go back and forth with, but yet they understand you. You don't WANT to let them go.

 And gosh you can't.

I can't let him go.

We go back and forth..