Here's a poem that Gavin wrote. Guess things didn't work out between him and Madison.


‘It hurts’,
you think.
You can’t eat
or sleep for thought of her.
Every mindless day
is spent
with you stumbling
through your routine.
A whirl of
papers and
thoughts.
Nothing else
matters, except for
her.
Her, the one you
want,
need,
love.
Nothing else
is important,
besides
the thought of
her.
Despite your
actions,
everything you do
turns back.
Back to the day
you first realized
it was love.
Back to the day
you first saw
her laughing eyes,
her loving smile,
her gracious
words.
So now,
sprawled across your
bed,
you decide
to call
her.
To call
her
for the very
first time.
Before you lose your
cool.
You pick up
the phone,
and dial
her number.
It rings,
once,
twice,
three times.
She picks up.
‘Hello?’
You stutter your name
and she says
hi.
Old habits die hard,
and you
blush,
even though she can’t
see you.
Before you
can talk yourself out
of it,
you blurt out your
reason for calling
her.
Days,
weeks,
even months,
all spent in pure
agony,
come rushing forth.
You tell her what
you really think of
her
new boyfriend.
You tell her what
you’ve always wanted to
say,
She says, ‘Oh.’
Silence.
And now, you realize,
it is pointless to
profess your love
to a droning
dial-tone.