That Boy
She hated that boy
The one with the smirk
The one that would tease her
With his charm and his quirks
She hated that boy
The one who knew her so well
Who knew every smile
Each dimple and frown
She hated that boy
In a non-hateful way
Just like a scar
That would not go away
Then one day she found out
That she had it all wrong
It was love and not hate
She had felt all along
So when asked if she hated him
She answered, “I do”
Unwittingly, she would said them
At his wedding too.
Copyright © Amber Bloom | Year Posted 2017
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