I don't think I'm nice
I get bored a lot
I got mad at bae twice
and ignored him a lot

I seem very rude
annoying and insulting
I insult myself too
and apologize too much

but my thoughts
aren't important to me
only one person's
could ever be

even though I think
I'm not so great
one person thinks I am
and that would be bae

why are we here
why can't we be there
could some people be
a little bit different

a little less rude
a bit more extravagant
and that would make
the world so much better

I may be short
but he likes short girls

I have dirt coloured eyes
but he likes that too

my hair is a curly mess
he thinks it's pretty

I'm not his Julia
but bae likes me anyway

I have no life
neither does bae
so I spend mine
with him day after day

I think poems
are a very lame way
to say something like this
but not for bae

I call him a loser
but he doesn't care
like how he doesn't
buy me stuffed bears

we're no white couple
not in any way
but I like him cuz he
doesn't think I'm lame

I feel like a ****
I feel that Bae is furious
I feel all I do to her is irk
Yet, it still remain curious

Bae says she is far from livid
She says that she never is mad
At points in time I feel timid
I feel like I've done something bad

But still, I remember the blithe times
Although I get worried, she's cute
And although I feel I commit crimes
I know it's just sarcastic, endearing dispute

And so no one is melancholy
I have no reason to be glum
Because there is no felony
Oh, Bae, why am I so dumb? ;P

Bae, you make me so very joyful
I won't forget you till the end of time
I feel utterly greatful
And I'm sorry I have run out of rhymes