It was one Shakespeare afternoon,
To be, or not to be that is the question,
Should I be a reckless lover or a coward admirer?
But, I chose to be the reckless one.

With all of my courage, I typed in the words “I like you”.
You casually replied “thanks”
It broke my heart as anxiety attacks.
But then I nonchalantly replied “welcome”.
After that you chose to change the topic.

As days pass by, communication starts to fade.
I then realized you weren’t oblivious but a coward instead.
You chose to listen to the circulating rumors,
Avoid issues as if it never existed.

How foolish of me to like someone like you—
A person who points out the fault of anyone and thinks highly of himself;
A person who does nothing but complain;
And a person who never thinks of anyone.

Well now, I think you’re a pathetic excuse of a man—
Who never has the guts to do anything at all;
Who thinks he’s superior;
And who everyone thinks is a
“boyfriend material” when he’s actually not.