Don’t call me your sweetheart.
We’re bound to depart.
I’m not gonna let you control me forever.
We were just like “Whatever”.
We don’t really care about each other.
I’m not your baby.
I drove you crazy.
After the first hit
I was done with your shit.
You don’t get to throw me around.
I didn’t let you keep me on the ground.
You need to leave me alone.
Your intentions remain unknown.
You need to stop
Or I’ll kick your ass across the block.
I told you to go
I guess you’re not used to being told no.
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Kaylee Leith
Just a teenage poet trying to make it in life. (:
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