How I Hate You

This is not the first time,
You broke my heart,
And all I want now,
Is a pop tart.

I want to stab you,
Where's my pop tart?

I sit and wait,
For you to call,
There is no ring,
And then I fall.

Ding! Pop tarts ready,
I give up on you,
I'm moving to freddy.

The love I had,
Is diminshed,
You and I,
Are finished.

I take a bite,
Out of the poptart,
Like you took a bite,
Out of my heart.

Jordan,
Thats right I said your name,
Don't think,
This poem will give you fame.