you made me feel like a princess
told me about all of my beauty
but, oh, who could have guessed
that lies slither through your teeth
you claim to have fallen in love
which was later proven false
I felt the same, well sort of
I knew something was off
Five whole months he lead me on
He threw me to the wolves
Is this a continuing phenomenon
or was this solely for me
You'd never say it to my face
You have to uphold your "image"
you make me feel like a disgrace
and I'm not sure if you care anymore
I hate how you think you're so slick
with your hair shaved off the sides
honestly, you can suck my dick
I have nothing left to say
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This wasn't written for the same person as the rest of my poems, in case you were wondering.
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Poetry... I guess
PoetryI took creative writing in Junior Year, and I plan on minoring it in college. Some of these might make sense, but others might not.