(This is something I've gone through COUNTLESS times!)
(No this is not about you Chloe xD)
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Shall I tell you about the time you blanked me,
And I wanted to smash your face?
Shall I tell you how I didn't,
How I had that little bit of restraint.
Shall I tell you about when you joked about me,
When I wasn't there?
About my spotty face,
My frizzy curly hair?
Shall I tell you about when you spread rumours,
That I was a full blown creep?
Okay, words to that effect,
But I won't tell you how you made me weep.
Shall I tell you about when I found out,
That you had been stabbing me in the back,
How I didn't kick you in your grin,
Didn't go on a full blown attack?
Shall I tell you about the time you left me,
Like I was just another cold case?
Maybe if we ever get over this,
You will say it to my face.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Think You Know
PuisiThis poetry book is about friendships past and present (mainly past). You don't have to relate, but I hope you do. You don't have to like it, but I hope you do. Thank you for taking the time to read any of these poems, it means a lot to me.
