A poem for Him..

by Taylor
(Fullerton)

I look at you, you look at me

I hate how you pretend not to see

Our eyes meet for seconds, and then drift away

Why should I love you if it’s gonna be that way?

We don’t talk much, well not at all

I regret ever taking your phone calls

I don’t wanna see you any more

You’re such a poser

What the hell am I suffering for?

I feel like a shadow in the night

Not knowing the difference between wrong and right

You talk to all my friends, but why not me?

Am I really that hard to see?

I feel like I’ve done something wrong

In the end I guess temptation won

It’s too late now I know what you are

You’re no Edward Cullen

You’re not my rock star

You’re just some horny loser hitting on me

So here’s your final warning:

Stay the fuck away from me

Unless you have a desire to become a she…

I suggest you stop bothering me!