You

My heart is filled with resentment towards you,
To you and your toy,
That toy which you call your boy.

What you call is not love at all. Was his good looks and charms the only thing you see in him? Even sex?

I've been humiliated by rumours and lies constructed by myself. I say what I see and see what I say.

I've loved him since my eyes has laid upon his... My shyness I blamed for my continuous heartbreak.

I heard you are dating him and that I shant be jealous of, but please. Do you really think he loves you? If you do please don't break his heart.

My heart is filled with hatred towards the two that yourself calls a 'couple'.

I would vomit at the idea of you passionately pecking him. Though, I would applaude you for your consistency.

I hate you.