A Sock and a half

i hated your smile crooked white on black
straight teeth wavy walk almost
gone but almost not
it's a good look for a bad person.

your absence when i just wanted your love
i dont know what u want tell me
or not, ignore ignore me fall in
love with her.

i bet she has a nice slim body which
you dream of, her no ass but tits galore
i bet you love her or think you do
but guess what i loved you too'

with my jungle rage passion and my
commitment and its not entirely you
im angry at its me for letting you
do this to me

i hate you i hate the you i liked
touch her in your dreams in your
sleep awake i dont know why
i expected any different

why do i like you even through hate
i hate this feeling
good bye fuck you
its fucking over



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