I went out with a boy
I thought he liked me much
But he filled me with poison
So he could reach for places he can't touch
He whispered in my ear,
"You're so pretty. You're so beautiful."
"You're the most athletic girl in school."
Shivers went down my spine
How I was such a fool
He only asked me out
So he could use me as a tool
Expensive drinks at the bar
I'm not sorry
I puked on your leather seated car
If you dare try that again
I'll make sure that it'll be
your The End
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Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
