A Perfect Man

What can I say? It is not what it seems.

I hate you,
You are the bane of my existence,
The wretched path of least resistence,
That I know will lead to calamity.

You are lower than a worm,
The lies you told were amazing,
A star that died, slowly blazing,
Don't call, don't call me, cause I won't answer.

You don't want me, yet you are persistent,
Just leave, leave me alone,
I already flung away the damn phone,
Cause I can't take any more of your untruths and lousy standards.

But a perfect man calls an imperfect girl,
So filled with shoddy doubt, she answers,
Why, oh, why did she even bother,
He poisons her, she is sinking under.