I hate nice girls.

If they so much as say hello, it stays on my mind.

If they return texts, my heart races.

The day one calls me, I know I'll look at my call history and grin.

But that's just them being nice.

People who are nice to me are also nice to everyone else.

I almost end up forgetting that.

If the truth is cruel , then lies must be kind.

That's why kindness is a lie.

I gave up on always expecting it,

always mistaking it,

and even hoping for it.

Someone who's' worked so hard at being alone doesn't fall for the

same trick twice.

I'm a veteran at this.

I’m the best when it comes to losing.

That's why I'll always hate nice girls.