i saw his abs through the black shirt he was wearing,
just as i saw the white lies through his eyes.
his brown, curly hair didn't fool me,
and his motive was hidden in disguise.
it's crazy how for three years he could use me,
and say that my best friend was his better night.
'cause now that i'm exactly what he wants to claim,
he thinks i'll fall back to his side.
he said that i couldn't hold his hand,
but cooties aren't real and we're not in kindergarten.
last time i checked, his hand's the last i want to hold,
and respectfully i'll say they're even better off cold.
i'm over his blue eyes and blank, crooked smile,
he stutters when he talks, but only once in a while.
i learned him like my favorite playlist of songs,
now he's overplayed, our album's getting old.
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this poem is sorta trash but i'm too lazy to edit it ;-;
i saw my ex yesterday and we played basketball with a group. i guess i got inspired?
also, when i tried to take the ball away from him, he thought i was tryna hold his hand. i wheezed. i mean, the AUDACITY he had to tell me i couldn't hold his hand. AND THEN WHEN I SCOFFED AND SAID, "your hand's the last i wanna hold," HE WAS LIKE, "i can see through your lies." LIKE NO. shut up. you broke me first, idiot.
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