I'm done fighting with you today.* He clears his throat and looks to the ground, Whatever, go hang out with your boy toy. I huff out a breath. Excuse me? He looks up. Luke! Go hang out with him, since you guys are so intrigued with each other! I scoff. Well, I'm not going to show any interest for a guy that is rude and acts as if he doesn't care! Whether he does or not! I don't show it because you already know! I grow angrier. *I don't know it, I infer it! I won't know unless you say something!
Not necessarily a poem, just some possible situations.