Repulsive
What you remind me of..
The sight of your face makes me sick.
It reminds me of vomit, the one that’s is thick.
The smell of it wreaks your breath.
Causing someone’s death…
The way you look at me, I feel in my mouth that after taste
You smell of garbage and waste.
Every time you open your mouth, muck relinquishes.
Is that even English?!
Every time you call and I answer,
You make me sick, I rather have cancer.
The thought of you even having another girlfriend.
Her life she would condemn.
Written By: Elizabeth Rivera