God how you infuriate me
You make me feel even worse
About liking you
Than I already do
You beat me in all of "my things"
Just after I tell you I'm better
You take away my jacket in the cold weather
Because even though I dream about ur lips
Sometimes I think about meeting them with my fist
You're the worst
And the best
I hate when you make me laugh
I hate it when I give in
To the fantasy to the dreams
That I know you don't have
About me
I'm not pretty enough
Even for you
So I'll hate for as long as I have to
Till my heart stops beating
When you say my name
Till my dreams of you turn more tame
Till your just a friend
Or a foe will do
I'm just so tired
Of liking you
It's infuriating
So here's what I'll do
One day
Somehow
I will finally beat you
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Ode to All the Girls that Never Fit
PoetryTo all the girls who never felt good enough, small enough, or pretty enough... this is for you. No upload schedule, just whenever I write a poem.
