My mother always taught me not to say hate. So I strongly dislike boys instead.

If someone doesn't sweep me off my feet soon i may fall

Sweetly swollen eyes
tender bitten lips
casually bruised heart
burn fingertips

[from one of my poems.]

Men, grow a heart. don't break ours because you're jealous.

My eyes burn
like the fire within
is trying to escape.

I cant go on.
you'll be sorry when i'm gone.

Heart breaks and headaches
somebody cries everytime someone lies.

how can i take it any more?
now i'm twice as broken as before.

i think its time to sleep and forget
time to not look back and have no regret.

Life is a rhyme waiting to be written

You've had ur chance.
and i've had mine.
we've done this dance.
one last time.

i don't want any more
to do with you.
my heart is sore.
i don't know what to do.

Boys are like applyances and girls are like plugs, we turn them on.