Dropping all those hints
making me think of you
and be out right annoying;
why does it not come
to your bright mind?
I don’t want to be
associated with you.

If I could I would
leave for a better place
but I’m thirteen still
stuck at bay, say,
why can’t you leave
me alone?

Get your face out of
mine, just embrace
this reality:
I hate your guts,
your peculiarity.

But what’s happening now?
Am I falling for my mortal enemy?
The sight of her
I could not stand.

Now I steal a peek.
I look, I stare.
And when she looks

I simply just
get out of there.

I must have flipped!

ยฉ Ali Qureshi

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