• Do you think I'll stop, and let it go, these feeling bound inside,
    And let you get just want you want, for me to run and hide?
    Do you think this issue here is ready to be dropped?
    Completely out of question dear, get ready to be popped,
    With words so hurtful, none a curse, but all will do their job,
    Intelligence can hurt the most, your feelings it will rob.
    You speak out with words that all can use, but none do any harm.
    To me those words, are just that, words, and your punches don't alarm.
    Your words, they tickle, make me laugh, ah ignorance is bliss.
    Unfortunately, I cannot oblige, to something such as this.
    You started it, now want me to stop, it's funny how that works,
    Need no fear, it won't be dropped, it's one of my little perks.
    I find it funny how you try to tell me, you don't care.
    But you respond anyways, and the anger shows it's there.
    I might not know you, like you said, but nor do you know me.
    You ran away, tail between your legs, you barked up the wrong tree.
    Now tell me once, before I stop, how badly you regret,
    Starting something with a girl like me, not knowing I don't forget.
    Not knowing the way my whole mind works, not knowing who I am.
    Not even knowing my first name, and now you're in a jam.
    I'll take my leave, only for now, leaving you with this speech,
    Messing with me, not knowing your "reward", is no day at the beach.
    By: Destiny Holdburg