That Girl

There was this girl that got my attention.
Her striking beauty wasn't hard to mention.

We got to know each other on a warm week.
I was so nervous and unable to speak.

We exchanged numbers, so far so good.
I though I would be in the best of moods.

I dialed the number and she answered her phone.
Soon her mood changed to a different tone.

I spoke to her, I thought she would care.
All she said she was doing her hair.

I tried again and the lies kept coming.
I grew upset each passing morning.

I'm deeply hurt, I'm falling apart.
How did things ever go to a bad start?

You lying bitch, you know who you are.
You'll never see me, not from afar.

All you had to say you didn't want to date me.
You didn't and stung my heart like a bee.

I wasted my time with someone like you.
You're nothing but shit scraped off my shoe.

Dear Amina, you miserable little shit.
I hate you even more bit by bit.