I hate this poem; because it was written for you.

I was sitting thinking.
with my heart rate sinking.
What to do with you?
kiss your lips.
break your hips.
so much that i could do.
I was thinking of a way,
a certain game to play.
What to do with such a guy?
I sat there waiting,
simply hating,
i wish i could make YOU cry.
I look down,
to hide my frown,
so nobody says a thing.
what would they do?
just to you,
if they knew the pain you bring.
For now,
somehow,
I'll get through it.
but the time will end,
no more time to spend,
i'll be done with your shit.
how will you,
come to,
with nobody to break anymore?
<3