About a Girl I Hate So Much

She sat there, quiet as a mouse,
Looking up at me, my watery eyes.
I stared at her, yearning to rouse,
Oh but it drowned, my many tries.

Though I know I don’t like her,
I still look at her each new day.
Though I know she makes me sad,
I still go up to her, yes everyday.

“Why don’t you leave her?”
Should you ask.
“I’m not the only one”
I say and bask.

“Who is this wretched girl?”
Should you ask.
“Oh they’re my damn books”
I say and laugh.

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