Though snow may melt and flowers rot
I’m pretty sure you’ll always be hot.
And if I’m wrong, well, never mind,
I guess I’ll love you for your mind –
Until I find your hidden hates,
Then I swear, no more dates,
Because you are an ugly jerk
(and neither fact is a perk).
So I’ll keep expectations low
And we’ll take it very slow,
So when you give voice to my fears
That you no longer care for me,
You’re off, you’re gone, totally free,
With scornful smile and haughty glare,
I’ll admit that it’s only fair:
You leave because your love is dying,
I stayed although I was always lying.
(Just to be clear, this wasn't written with anyone in mind)
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