It's A Love-Hate Thing (poetry)

Poem Five

You were pure trouble,
I was told to never associate with you.
You had that light stubble,
It defined your jaw so true.
Those piecing green eyes,
Always watched me intently.
You were different from all the guys,
Speaking to me gently.
You had something I so desperately wanted,
But to you girls were a game.
It was you in my dreams that taunted,
You were popular with a profound fame.
I couldn't  help but love that smirk,
The devilish smirk that played your lips.
In the back of the class is where you'd lurk,
Glancing at me as you took a sip.
You took a sip of my lust,
Something everyone else had declined.
You told me you'd leave me in the dust,
That bad was who you defined.
You have confused me immensely
Telling me all your hopes and dreams.
But you spoke rather tensely,
When you said you couldn't make me gleam.
You told me to keep looking,
Find someone who would never break my heart.
But you had something that was so hooking,
And I always loved how you called me 'tart'.
It was a form of self-destruction,
But it has always been you.
My heart had its instructions,
It was you that has always been true.

—Heartbreaker//Shanielle Fiddler
Nov 28, 2018