Short, sweet, and powerful. Love can hurt, so can words. Thanks for this.
I am not rice.
I am not your side dish.
I am not a flavour (of the week or otherwise).
You might want to be all over me like white on rice,
But I am fucking over you and your shit.
I don’t even have time to make this rhyme for you.
You don’t deserve anything more than this polemic, which is also a warning.
Don’t fuck with me.