Can I have a hand to hold ?
A bandage for my bleeding soul ?
Stitches for my heart
Keep me from falling apart
And some open arms to go ?
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Clocks don’t stop for heartache
I can’t stop to stargaze
I hoped this was just a phase
I thought we would see better days
Together
Despite the weather
I thought you’d be Bret to my Heather
Maybe it was just the drugs
Maybe there was no love there
Memories like dreams
Delicately held, handled with care
Were we ever sober ?
At any time before it was over ?
The harsh reality we could honestly never bare.
There was never hope
We were high
We even toked through our last goodbye.
Breakups be suckin’ lol. Originally published this in 2021.
I’ve been going through
You just go around it
We end up in the same spot
Now you mad astounded
You tried to shortcut
Not realizing it’s a myth
Now you fucked up
Asking for another fifth
You might think I’m worst off
Because we’re in the same place
But baby, first off, we not in the same race
See this is my starting point
And you’re already through
I’d rather be in the joint
Than be anywhere with you
You already know.
Chest pains
Exacerbated by the dagger
You stuck in my heart
We made love
We made art
We painted pretty pictures
Of a life we’d soon start
But it all was a farce
Per usual, niggas ain’t shit. This was written in 2020. Subscribe for more poetry !
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