Each time it happens..
I grow colder and colder...
My hatred for you grows...
With every ticking second..
Dare you to be so childish...
Foolish, immature, and downright idiotic...
Then you have no right to claim the word as 'love'...
You and he will both burn...
And I will be there laughing..
He is but a pansy..
And also immature..
With the slightest chuckle..
I shrug it off...
Pointless, really, to cry for you...
I never did really care..
And dare he to persist what is already settled...
Then perhaps he's more foolish than I...


~*Yes, I did have this argument within ten minutes before posting this to a boy who is infactuated with me, and yet one he calls a 'brother' lied to him about me. I tried to tell him the truth, he refused to listen, and which I told them both off exactly as I did in this poemy-type-thing, except I used names in the real thing.*~