I like you, okay?
I don't know if you like me,
but if not, then fuck you,
that's what I would rather do.
I think about you, every day,
What can I do to get you out of my head?
I like you, it is how it is,
and if they don't like me liking you,
then fuck them,
something I would rather don't.
Is it my fault to like you?
I'm sorry, I do like you,
and not those who they want me to like,
I love YOU,
What am I supposed to do?
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryJust a poem that came to my mind tonight. And another one, other night.