abi Whitaker Poems

So you're calling me Babe and Hun
in the middle of our argument
i wanna fill your mouth with cement
you sound like barbie
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Girl, you're obsessed with that boy
how he's so intense
you think he's so hardcore
oh, no, it's so much more
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No one realy gets it
nobody quite understands
how i feel about you
except you
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What makes you say that
when you hardly even know her
tell me her second name
yeah, i thought so
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We scream to be heard
but it's apparant they're deaf
so we stand here jesturing
like a puppet on a string
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You are such a sl*g
flirt with about 500 boys
but guess what
not ones of them likes you, do they
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I've never cryed like this
sobbed into a pillow
screamed into my hand
had a mental breakdown
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why are you ignoring me
and being so cold
you were never like that
why are you being like that now
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would i be pretty
if i was skinnier
would i be pretty
if i was tanned
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It should be me
i wish it was me
becuase i'm your girlfriend
so it should be me, right?
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