I haven't brushed my teeth in a week
I hope you like to see my gums bleed
Wish I could've been whatever you needed
Wish I wasn't so conceited
I still think about you
Weeks later and you're on my mind
With someone knew and I keep coming back to you
I wish you weren't so fucking kind so I could hate you.
-Why can't I just be mad at you?
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Bella Marie
16 years old
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Ten years later and he is still on my mind so your poem was so relatable!