I hate those brite neon highlights
I hate the fact that you don't see that your the prettiest of all
I hate that you don't even recognize me anymore
I hate those tore up jeans that shows off your athletic thighs
I hate that your not mine
I hate that you didnt give me a second chance when i gave you more than five
I hate that when you liked me i dissed you
One confession is that..
i love, miss, and want to kiss you
I never thought that when you finally leave me to get treated better that I feel so blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem