Poetic.

Poetic.

From the where the dreams flow.

                            You left me like they always do.

I start falling then they always go.

I’m a sucker, you can call me that.

I’m glad I wasn’t stupid and went and got that tat.

I would’ve looked real fucking dumb.

A broken heart sitting inside my arm.

Never to be reconnected.

How Poetic.

All the words I left unsaid.

From all the texts you left unread.

I poured my heart out, you just fucked with me. 

Guess I wasn’t a part of your luxury

.

Your mind was still so immature.

Our first timeI thought that I was yours.

I told my homies we was something more.

And then you fucking slammed the fuckin door;

Right in my face.

Poetic.

Why do I like hood women?

Why do I put labels on em?

Why can’t they all be good women?

Then all the women say:

 where are all the good men at?

Fuck!

I’m right here for you;

The guy you told to stay clear.

The guy you said that if I tried to ‘shoot my shot’ again, you’d get your brother on me.

And I don’t want the drama.

I just wanna be loved so I can be more -

Poetic.

(And there might be more...)