I can't believe I believed you
Ran the course, spent my money
Sung all your praises at the top
All on a backstabber
On a loser, cheater; on you
Never talk to me
Don't you even come close to me
I don't like you
Wouldn't care to be around you
Your last chance
To leave my sight before I get
Angry
See, I never wanted to hate
You
But now I can't stand to love you
YOU ARE READING
Poetry For The Masses
PuisiA collection of poetry and poetic stories written by myself about varying topics, from simple pleasures to fantasy worlds to real problems. Organized in the order of which they're written, these stories make up thoughts and ideas that pass through m...
