Aright so this poem isn't about sex... It's about hate and anger Fuck that bastard Aaron We coulda stayed better friends Like hell that's true Every one gets so annoyed by me Like that even matters If I actually cared to Right what I did wrong I'd be humbled on my knees Fuck it I already tried that And it landed my fat ass on the curb I'm done with wanting to kick your ass I know it ain't fucking worth it man(or should I say boy) Dude I got all the same friends you do Stop avoiding me you little shit You have no balls(trust me I tried to play with them) Man stand up to me you little fuck I called you out and still you stood No way man get your ass out If you're gonna hate me... I'm gonna make damn sure well We end it "right" So maybe someday you'll read this Then again I don't care if you don't I tried to be nice and say hi I don't believe in hating Just plain fed up with what you are Tried not to judge Man I tolerated anything I had to Till now you fucking coward Get your ass out here You got good enough reason to my knowledge