Charlsy Soccer Chick
What You Call Bs - Poem by Charlsy Soccer Chick
So you told me you loved me for a month, trying to get me to break up with Will. I finally did and you tell me you don't want a girlfriend and you are too caught up with soccer and school. wow. what BS. you tell me not to hate you, how can I not? What about me? What about what I think? Would you care if I died tonight? Maybe I should test your so called 'love.' WOW. I hate you so freaking much. I don't know why I use an online poetry thing to express my feelings. You put me through alot in this past week. Really the whole time I have known you. How do you take such advantage of me? I guess love really wasn't love... at least not me and you. You say there's always Zane... don't make me laugh. All you would do is say your so sorry and tell me you love me to get me back. Good luck next time. Should I even consider you a friend anymore? If I would have gone out with you would you just break up with me now? God I can't stand you and should have listened to everyone else. I doubt you will ever find this poem being as you do not have an account. I am happy. Kind of anyways. Tonight I am going to drink anything and everything I can find. Why do I stay so attached? esspecially to a guy like you. I hate you and I hope your happy and satisfied you ruined someone elses life. Well...HAVE A GREAT LIFE! I SO LOOK FOWARD TO SEEING YOU NEXT! ha yeah right. good bye.
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