Love And Hate (But Mostly Hate, Or Utter Disgust For Every Fiber Of Your Being)

Pretty much just a rant in poem form.

Do I miss you?

No.

Not really.

Why should I?

 

I'm lieing.

I miss you.

But not the new you.

The old you.

 

I miss the old you, before high school.

When you were wonderfully nice to me.

When you cared about a girl's heart.

When you weren't a catalyst in destroying my family.

 

The new you is disgusting.

You're cruel.

You broke my heart and destroyed my self-esteem.

And now I have to keep a secret from my family.

 

Because, apparently, you're my brother's best friend.

And my mom is good friends with your mom.

And I have to see your brother every day in class.

I have to see you every day.

 

Did I love you?

Probably, at one time.

But, as a brother.

Nothing more.

 

Do I still love you?

Maybe I always will.

I hope not.

My heart can't take the strain.

 

It's not fair!

I've never had a boyfriend!

If all guys are like you, then I never will.

Because you're an a*****e.

 

It was a horrible thing for you to do.

As if I wasn't fragile enough already.

I may not seem like it, because I always act tough.

But inside, I'm just a little girl.

 

I've never had a boyfriend before.

You know that.

So why would you play with my emotions like that?

I'm not a toy.

 

Are you going to man up?

Apologize for crushing my spirit?

You better.

This time, I'm not playing around.