He stated his feelings.
I kindly declined.
'What is it?' he argued -
'I'm nice,' he opined.
'I'm friendly. I'm funny.
I'm caring. I share.
I'm loyal and thoughtful,
And this isn't fair.'
I nodded politely,
And looked for an out.
'So why don't you like me?'
He said with a pout.
'You owe me an answer -
A text or a call -
You ought to be grateful
I asked you at all.'
'You won't get another -
Don't throw this away.'
He smiled at me, selfless:
'So what do you say?'
I pondered a moment
And thought with a sigh -
Then changed up my answer
To 'fuck off and die.'