I don't love you.I don't love your stringy hair.
I don't love your dark as night eyes.
I don't love the thick black frames that hide your emotions out of sight.
I don't love the shape you make or the clothes that you wear to hide it.
I don't love the way you speak.
The way you talk.
The way you think.
I don't love you, not at all.
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My Mind; A Collection
PoetryPoetry collection from a junior in high school who struggled <3 Now a college student, who fondly looks back when she struggles <3