A series of lies
I don't like him. I'm too good for that.
The thought of him makes me cringe.
The way he smells stings my nostrils.
I hate the way he cut his hair, it looks stupid.
His eyes repulse me.
His laugh makes my head pound and my ears ring.
His teasing manner makes me mad.
I couldn't care less when he talks about other girls.
When he holds me, I want to be anywhere but there.
His compliments are worthless to me.
His smile fills me with rage.
His sideways glances make me nauseous.
He has no effect on me.
He means nothing to me.
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Poems By Me
PoetryJust a bunch of poem I wrote, not very good but what do you expect?🤷🏼♀️They're all originals, dedicated to people in my life.😘
