What would you like me to do,
when you say I'm not good enough for you?
Are you just trying to bring me down,
or do you want me to improve somehow?
You can't just say whatever,
and expect it to be fine.
If you're going to be that loveless,
then I don't think you can be mine.
Holding hands is nice.
Your warmth comforts me.
But with how often you make tears fall,
I don't think we were meant to be.
It's time for us
to try seeing others.
Because the only thing I need to improve
is my taste in lovers.
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Bad Poetry
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems that I have written. I don't usually do that, but when I do, they will come here. Be warned, these might get dark. And maybe sappy. And maybe funny. I don't really know.
