I see you staring.
I see you flirting.
I see you glaring at me.
I hear your whispers about me in the hall.You say I'm the slut.
But I'm not trying to steal your boyfriend, am I?Take your hands off him.
Because he's mine.Slut
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Fire and Water
PoetryJust some stupid shit I write when I'm pissed off or feeling down.