The Worst Type Of Boy

You strike me as the kind of boy
Who exaggerates the world,
The boy who,
In kindergarten,
Would steal all the blue play-dough,
Smash it into the holes of legos,
And blame it on the girl playing blocks,
Even though you know
I hate the way it smells.
You strike me as the kind of boy
Who would use a make-out session
As an ice breaker,
The boy who,
In eighth grade,
Tried so hard to be cool
That he nearly died,
Just to prove he was stronger,
Even if you weren't.
You strike me as the kind of boy
Who can't hold onto a girl,
The boy who,
In high school,
Said "no" to a break-up,
Then tried to dump me the next day,
Even if it was already over.
You strike me as the kind of boy
Who cant get enough of himself,
The boy who,
Just a few days ago,
Asked me to write a poem about him,
Even if I hate you.

Well, here's your poem.
You like it?
You strike me as the type of boy
Who wouldn't.