here's a poem
for that 2 am feeling

that leaves you in bed
with all your covers on
along with those hot flashes
that cut deep
and sting hard
leaving you without an aspiration in the world

I hate you girl.
And I will never say
I think about you so much
Its funny how
I fell for you
But at the same time
I hate you
I always said
You were perfect to me
But you weren't
You were ugly
My friends said
You were the best
But they lied,
You weren't worth it.
People said
I still love you, but
I loved you.
(Read from bottom to top)

By Moore Dagogo-Hart.