Man that makes me sigh,
the man
a-dult? young adult
mature-something, growing up?
and me, little girl, but
(god forbid he does not
let me know i am "good")
how loved? what love?
i am feeling overpowering
but simple pure
disgust
as a sorrysomething in my throat.
it is all of you that's left
and now i could never love
it is the man i hate
with a sickness,
swelling passion
and I am not your friend.
gone for always is the
boy-
wonderful:
oh however so i
once
admired him.