How can he be so sweet?
Yet be addicted to nicotine?
How can he claim that he’s clean,
Yet he takes a puff or two?
How can he be mine,
Yet he does drugs?
I don’t want a druggie boyfriend.
I want someone who’s clean.
Someone who loves me for who I am.
He’s not the one for me.
He tried and failed.
I’ll miss him some.
I’m hurt again.
That’s the third strike.
No more chances.
I still want to be friends,
Just not lovers.
Goodbye and good luck baby.
Goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem