You slammed the door on my smirk,

My devilishly happy smirk.

Although the blisters upon my face,

Burned and burned, because you placed,

A hand upon them, making some rupture.

From a sunburn the other day,

Filled of our smiles and little flirts.

You said we were forever,

Now you slam the door on my smirk.

I know what made you leave,

I know what made you heave, butt.

My incredibly tolerant shit,

And how I made you feel happy,

Too happy compared to your secret little girl.

I know your secrets, it only took my smile,

To convince you I was yours, trustworthy.

But what you don’t know, is,

You.

Don’t.

Deserve.

Me.

And.

My.

Love.