She's Not Me
I'm not her.
You dated her before me.
She broke up with you.
You came up to me and asked me on a date.
I said yes.
You told me that my hair reminded you of her.
I said that everyone has black hair.
You asked me to the prom.
I said of course.
You told me that my dress was the same dress that she wore to homecoming.
You said to wear pounds of makeup, so that I would look pretty.
You said, wear your hair up in a bun.
She wears pounds of makeup.
She always has her hair up in a bun.
Stop making me a person that I'm not.
I'm not her.
This poem is about:
Me