Mr T Poem by Hanna Elina Salo

he seemed nice
he is like a leech
he said he loves me
I hate that
he don’t understand
I don’t care
I made the mistake I lead him on
now
he won’t leave me
like a leech

I told him I’m not ready for this
I lied

I like to play
but I want to be serious
stupidity is a disease
I’ve got it

they think I’m sweet like
sugar
or
honey
but they don’t see the truth
I don’t want them to