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A typical love-to-hate-you poem |
| Get out of my mind, my poem You're not meant to be here In my private, little spaces With your stupid, little mind And your annoying, little faces Oh Christ, it's you again To make me totally insane And drive me up the wall You can't defy gravity So I'm waiting for the fall Really, what's wrong with you? Just leave me alone For just a minute or twenty No, I don't want you here Or the phony gifts you sent me The worst part is that I can't get you out of here This poem wrote itself For you, only you It's the only thing I can do I want to tell you Just how much I love it When you smile at me And take the extra time Just to be mine God, it's you again Messing with my mind |