I’ve had extra time to think recently.
And I don’t really know why,
but lately I’ve been missing you.
I regret that I said goodbye.
I wrote a poem about you once before,
and all the things I missed.
So here’s a poem about the things
that have always got me pissed.
Your smile was so perfect,
and your teeth were always white.
That’s one thing I could never hate,
but whatever that’s alright.
You took forever to get ready.
You would obsess about your hair.
And when we passed a mirror,
you wouldn’t hesitate to stare.
You were always very cocky,
and you were always first to mock.
But here’s a little newsflash for you.
You have a little cock.
You cared about such stupid things,
and it was kind of overbearing.
Like when we went out on a date,
and you would comment on what I was wearing.
I hated when you ditched me
to go out to smoke and drink.
You always left me asking,
“Does he ever even think?”
Remember when you left me at the beach
and told me to find a ride?
Then you broke up with me through text that day,
and I sat up all night and cried.
I hated how you would fuck up a lot
because you were terrible at pleading.
Though your eyes seemed very sorry,
they were cold and quite misleading.
There was so much more you had to hate.
There was so much that I was sick of.
Like how you cheated with another boy,
then lied and said you were in love.
If you asked me to forgive you now,
I’d be strong enough to pass.
Back then I was dumb and blind in love,
but I was smart to dump your sorry ass.