Wtf.

Rants.

What.

The.

F**k.

Would you care to call

This mood that I'm ever so certainly in?

'Cause I'll tell you one thing.

It's nothing to do with me.

Shame really, don't you think?

Not that you'd pay much attention,

But that's fair enough I guess.

I KNOW I'm not

Astoundingly

Shockingly

Beautiful

Yeah?

That's why I'm funny,

I knew that already.

But I think,

(Getting back to the task at hand)

That it's gotta be that

Being around you makes

Everyone else

Stupidly crap

And annoying.

Thing is,

It isn't a crush.

Oh no.

I LIKE you too much for a crush.

Seems ridiculous, I'm sure,

But trust me.

My crushes are things to behold.

 

 

 

 

 

But It's not like I'd say no.

Reviews

[Hotel Mornings]

First of all, I love your 'username' is lovely. creative. love it. I love how this kind of has an angry feel (maybe my mood is effecticing the tone of the poem) conisdering the subject. There are a couple of lines that confuse me..like..."It's nothing to do with me,"...."it is nothing to do with me" doesn't really make too much sense. I love the last line and the passion that seems to linger behind this poem. good job!