• I know his story.
    I know the girls' stories.
    They think its love.
    He's just horny
    and covered in emotions
    fake to the mind.
    You'd think he's kind
    Nice and lovable.
    Yeah, he's huggable,
    That's what he wants you to think.
    It stinks
    How he's playing these, heartless little games.
    Its a shame,
    How this poem is just another cliche
    now,
    But how
    Do I express my feelings for guys like these?
    I mean..please..
    I can't stand to have keep these girls' stories a secret when really,
    Its just repeating it,
    My own story, in my head again and again,
    First her, then me, then a friend.
    When will it end?
    When did it begin?
    He doesn't know that I know
    That what he really wants from me is a hoe.
    But my answers no
    Because I know his story.
    And I know the girls' stories.
    And they all regret
    and would like to forget..
    What he really is..