He'd never call me pretty,
He just might say I'm ugly.
He says that we are friends,
And he's annoying to no end.
Yet when I try to move on,
He gets in the way.
Acts like he's not acting wrong,
In every way.
So why do I let him,
Treat me this way?
Why do I care,
About what he may say?
I have to ignore him,
And I have to move on.
I have to forget him,
Though it takes so damn long.
_-~*StrawberryKiss*~-_
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem