The Wait Poem by anais vionet

You called me "temperamental."
You said I'm "taciturn and I'm spoiled."

We were in the crowded cafeteria,
so refused to become embroiled.

I wanted to say you're conceited -
a know-it all, with stupid hair and
between your ears there's nothing there.

But what you said stuck in my head.
No more texts! I'm ignoring your thread.

I have things to tell you - to your face -
and that would be Monday (I'll have to wait) .

You think you're hot - but NO, your NOT
- and I'm done helping you study.
Your jokes are lame
your kisses tame
and by the way - your dog is ugly.