I'm done with your act,
Stop the charades.
Our "relationship" has gone abstract,
Your words hit like grenades.
You give me mixed signals,
I can't comprehend them.
You're like our school's finals,
Confusing and utter mayhem.
I admit you have charm,
You got me all whipped.
I couldn't help feel all warm,
As you caught me when I tripped.
But underneath all that,
I wish I could've seen,
That it was all nothing but an act;
Just something that could never have been.
I guess it was all too farfetched,
Highschool can really be annoying.
In my memory this will all be etched,
Even if none of it was worth remembering.
YOU ARE READING
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