I wonder why
these stupid guys
try and mess with my head,
and I wonder why
these stupid guys
make everything in my peripheral vision turn red.
I'm hating the way his eyes make me want to give in
it could be the best thing that's ever happened, or my greatest sin
I could write a million love songs
a million love letters, for him
His mood swings are giving me whiplash
and he knows it as well as the rest of them, that I'm not invited to any party bash;
While he's cool, and he's the king
I'm the new girl who beats him at most things
It's funny how our stars align
how even when I don't mean it, our gazes collide.
I hate him with all my heart,
he'll sit next to me and stare at me,
but the next second he's just
Gone.
He's your typical high school player
I'm not a very great judge of character but-
I know she finds him hot and trendy
the smoulder or yearning makes me want to scream 'End me'!
They talk a lot, I've seen it,
the way she flaunts her flawless skin without a single zit.
He may go from burning holes into my face to
avoiding my every gaze to
talking and laughing with her as though it's absolutely okay
But when he glances at me again
the insecurities, the hating in me
It just goes away.
And I hate him for it,
I hate him with all my life,
God forbid I ever fall for the stupid guy's lies.
YOU ARE READING
broken, bitter unsaid things
PuisiA collection of my poetry about things in my life that are not very frequently talked about. Let me know if reading these poems makes you want me to write a book using fictional characters but have the same plot as my life.
