Jerk
April 2011 (9th Grade)

You had green eyes.
I hate green eyes.
Dirty blonde hair.
I hate that color.
You held the sweetest sorrow on your face.
Clever trick.
Deceitful passion.
Fickle romance.
A real man doesn't lie.
You love me,
but you like her?
Sorry.
It doesn't work that way,
"Babe."
You played a ballad on my guitar.
I wish I had burned those strings.
You played the lousy game of a "player."
I wish I had seen right through your games.
Your kiss danced upon my lips.
How did you do that?
Opaque motives.
Transparent safety.
A little boy plays games.
You love me,
then take it away?
Sorry.
It doesn't work that way,
Jerk.