Anything Like That
Hi Angela, I hate you From your sassy ways to your despicable pride the way you kick me in the head so hard that I only keep thinking of you I wouldn't say I like your smile, your cherry lips, blonde hair, funny songs, glowing skin, beautiful eyes, lovely gown and so much more, they look disgusting I just get carried away for some reason, I don't know why I hate your ugly face that leaves me lost in thoughts I don't know what made me come to that party where you looked like a diamond rose Yh, I know It doesn't exist, but that's my point you make me die in silence and give me nightmares you make me feel jealousy. The love, I think, I can't spill The heart I train to be gold feels like it wants to explode how shall I exact my vengeance on you Every step you take makes noise in my head And makes my heart skip every time it's more like a lifetime of torture And I can't just make it go away I must have been charmed by something you did Coz this aint ordinary That chat with you and that guy You think his handsome you think going to the bar is real happiness I watch him speak to another right in front of you in the sexiest way And why would you go to the theater with him? Awful! It is not as if I'm stalking you or anything like that We just happen to be in the same place at the same time it's not as if I infuse a tracking device in your purse Or anything like that not as If I wish It was me or anything like that I hope he makes you cry and suffer Not because I want to save you or anything like that Angela Leave my heart; let it be at peace Why does it seem like the moment you walk pass you take my breath with you… like I have lost a treasure What have you done to me? I feel sane but I'm not I don't know what it is anymore Angela, I hope the night disturbs you as it does me every day Not because of me or anything like that Well, I just want to spill my thoughts And hope you'll pity me this time Angela, I may hate you, but can't hurt you Just wish I could relax once again But this time having you for me alone More like my servant, not anything precious or anything like that
Allwell
Founder, poet, and curator of Allwell Writes.
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