She asked me what I liked to do
I said:
"I like to write poetry"
Her response:
"I hate poetry"
She hated me before she even met me
It made me wonder
Why exactly she hates words
Maybe she finds nothing but lies
Hidden beneath the spaces
I was truly sorry she hated poetry
And maybe a little more
That she hated me before I even got the chance
To show her who I am
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