I'd* write you a poem about us,
Our hateful love,
Our biting kisses,
The stinging red marks you'd leave on my face.
We never made love,
You never said to me you loved me,
I sure as **** didn't love you.
This isn't a poem,
I know it looks like one but it's not,
I'd write you a poem if I loved you,
When honestly I hope you drown.
Something about this website makes me grumpy about everyone and everything in my life, I promise I'm the sweetest little **** in person.
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