Love Me Not Poem by Paola Elizabet Mateo

You’re the same dog that people told me you were you leave me right before your birthday just to be with another girl what is wrong with you. I heard you had this planned for weeks. The least you could have done was told me your self instead sending someone to tell me I think I probably would have respected you more. But now I know what a real coward is he is you in a fake costume. Now I know what it's like to be one of the old used to be loved kind of people you know the ones who go out with the disgust that they call their boyfriends to get played and are just broken in the end, that’s not me. BABY