Poems.

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The way he looks.
The way he stares.
With just a single stare I begin to die inside

The looks he gives.
The sad thing is.
Those looks aren't for me.

He's my boyfriend.
And I'm his.
Why does he look at others.

He checks them out.
When he's right next to me.
I die a little inside.

He's heartless.
He doesn't care about me.
I'm stupid.

I'm stupid for loving him.