Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

March 20, 2007

Sick

by Anonymous

Your stupid hope,
your sickening hope,
your obsession.
Stop it. I hate you.
Don't look at me.
I hate you. Stop.
Stop staring.
It's rude. I'm rude.
And I hate you.
When i think of
what it did,
I hate you,
and your stupid
reasons;logic
I never liked you.
I wanted to be friends.
Just friends.
But you just couldn't stop.

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