Screw You

the sarcasm in your blood

cuts cold through my heart

so screw you

 

the look in your eyes

slices my intentions in half

so screw you

 

your constant questions for me

make my mind go blank

so screw you

 

the one-upping really gets old

and makes my ears bleed

so screw you

 

but the worst part,

the oe that makes me loathe

every fiber of your being,

every breath that keeps you alive,

every last bit of you

is the smile on your gorgeous face

that makes me trip over my words

so screw you

This poem is about: 
Me

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