I do not like you.
I do not like your sweet eyes
when you tell me a lot of lies.
I do not like your beautiful smile
when you try to answer in kind.
I do not like the way you make me cry
and it happened a lot of time.
I do not like when you're angry
and you start to screaming
petting me feel like it's my fault.
and, maybe, it is.
because I do not like
the way I feel when I'm with you,
the stupid shit I do,
but I'm still here,
waiting for you.
I do not like the way you look at me
like I'm just a toy,
but, boy, I do not like you.
I do not like your stupid face
telling me all your stupid escapades.
I do not like our past,
I do not like anything about us.
but I also do not like to get drunk.
and, look at me,
what do I have between my hands?
just a vodka bottle,
a soul in travel,
aearching a way to get out of
the memory
of me,
of you,
of us.
you promised me
you would never leave me
and now I swear you
I'll forget you.
but what's the truth?
the truth is I have been here
writing about you after all your lies
a lot of times.
and when I look into your eyes
I can still see that beautiful guy.
