[Untitled]A Poem by not meI had to get it all out! What I really feel about a certain someone, raw truth.I hate that stupid tweed jacket you wear. It doesn't make you look smart. It makes you look like an idiot.
I hate the way you think that is the right way to kiss, And those judging looks you gave me when I drank red wine.
I hate that stupid "confused" look you have on your face when I say something you don't agree with... I don't give a f**k what you think.
I think it's really hypocritical that you complain about your inhability to dress fashionably, Yet you criticize those who can pull it off.
You always cut your hair too short, Can't you see it looks like a f*****g mushroom?
I cannot stand it when you call me "Pet," in such a patronising tone. I'm not a child, And if you think I am, then you should have thought twice about using me for sex. You really are just like the rest of them.
I hate it that you never talk to your friends about me. What am I? Some kind of dark immoral secret?
I hate the way you describe things in too much detail, It turns my stomach, you know?
I think your thumbs are weird.
I hate it that you always told me I was beautiful, And that I could get anyone I wanted. I only want you, you imbecile.
I hate it when you get offended by everything I say, You hurt me all the f*****g time.
I hate you for not going to that concert with me. (I bought the tickets and everything, You didn't know that, did you?)
Why don't you ever leave the house for me? Am I that embarrassing?
I hate the way you never seem to learn from your mistakes.
It pissed me off that I always had to initiate our conversations.
I hate the way you described her feet as "Tiny and warm." Don't talk about her around me... It makes me feel like s**t.
I hate the way I never lived up to your expectations.
It hurt that you never went out of your way for me.
I hate the way you never took an interest in me, And that you always took me for granted.
You never meant it when you said sorry.
I hate the way you didn't reply to my goodbye letter for two weeks.
I also hate that you replied at all, I was starting to feel better you inconsiderate b*****d.
I hate the way you've changed. (It was probably my fault for showering you with compliments as you cried on my shoulder - remember that?)
I wish I had never met you, You repulse me...
I think about you every day.
Every minute, every day. Every afternoon, every week, Every movie, every tune, Every day, Last friday, Every night, at 2AM, Every coffee, every train ride,
Every...
Every second, Every second, Every second.
I am thinking about you now, I'll think about you forever.
To me, you are perfect.
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