I'm not a love sick boy,
you're the one who seems to get some kind of joy,
pulling at my heart,
trying to rekindle the memories I share with you.
I can't blame you,
my kiss isn't that easy to forget,
but I'm sure you feel like a big man for ghosting me again.
Two times you tried to see me,
but I'm not so needy,
when you cancelled,
I just let you play your little game.
But I've got game too,
so I'm not going to try and hurt you.
You're not going to make me self-conscious,
not to sound pompous,
but I'm kind of awesome.
Six foot seven yet you can't stand as tall as me.
Strong like a tree,
I'm not going to break,
just bend.
I'll be the bigger person and hope things work out for you in the end.
About the Creator
Derek Evers
Hello! I'm Derek, a writer based in Portland, OR. Author of short stories, poetry, and blog posts about the things that interest me. Be kind to yourself and others, always.
IG: deverswriting
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