It’s funny how at every end,
there is a new beginning.

It’s funny how there is always that person that loves you,
and a person that can’t stand you.

It’s funny how there is always something you’re really good at, and something you stink at.

It’s funny how you can love something so much,
and then get bored by it so fast.

It’s funny how you care about some one so much,
and the next day they’re gone.

It’s funny how for every good memory,
there is a bad one.

It’s funny how I started this poem telling you about me and my life,
and how it ends with you loving it.