Here’s the the Truth
This isn’t a poem in fact it’s a cry for help
99% of the time I’m mentally unstable if I’m by myself
I’m grateful medium is here to hear my plea and no one else. Indefinitely preaching to the deaf because I’m a coward in real life and I never speak the whole truth. Who do you think could handle all of it, you?
I’m often distracted by your innocence and I imagine your distracted by my incompetence and incomplete sentences, of me remembering the things you do to me.
Sweet girls don’t deserve broken niggas like me. My mind ain’t right so the time ain’t right. Obviously you’d disagree because you’re a free spirited angel that fell in love with me.
It’s tough when you’re in love to make decisions suited best for our situation. Distant lovers that are attached to each other and would to anything to be together.
I’d you let me go you’d probably be afraid I’d cease to exist. In a way that’s true but I would never hurt myself in any way that would ultimately end up hurting you.
Even when we’re not together we’re together. Even when we first dated it was forever. I knew, you knew. I grew, you grew.
50 first dates because every one is nostalgic and 50 fucking more because we couldn’t do without it lol I think I just couldn’t do without you.
Fist pump at music festivals while you laugh at the jokes I tell you. I’m the funny guy, right? Lol you’re sarcastic as hell so I could never tell.
So tell me?
Why you text me late after work? Same reason my eyes be low as hell be, you just trynna have fun because where both young and sprung so we should just run though streets streaking and freaking all our neighbors out.
What a time to be alive, I get to watch a flower bloom 💚