First thing you said was, I don’t like you
So I packed it up and said goodnight too
No pressure from my end, or I’ll end up like you
But then you called and asked if I liked you
Even at all; now my hesitation might grew
Salvaged what’s left, that moment I knew
We’re never meant to last like melting ice cubes
In a pot left high, our insecurities might stew
So many years, I know I’ve been lied to
By this devil who, in an angel disguise flew
An evil so feeble, it grows like wine roots
A deceiving female to whom I said I do
Pulled on my heartstrings, cut my life tube
Manipulative statements blurted like haikus
What should I do when you’ve stuck a knife to
My abdomen; the blade tore right through
Your persona and exposed your lies too
Now I say it with chest that I don’t like you
By: Arman Yusuf
Comments