when I met you
I thought you were nice enough
we could help each other out
a casual friendship
such as you’d have
with your favourite barista
but since having the unfortunate opportunity
to get to know you better
I realise that
you’re just fucking annoying
so misguided is your over-confidence
I loathe every single second
that I have to bestow pleasantries upon you
with every smile on my face
comes a vibrant thought of disgust
though you’re too thick to realise it
oh, sorry.
I don’t mean to be a bitch, it’s just
Unavoidable dislike leaves such a bitter taste.
Some call it red 