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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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.
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 !
The next time your heart beats
I hope it breaks your chest
I hope I’m looking in your eyes
During your last breath
I hope that when I walk away
You have nothing else left
So yes, you could say
I want revenge, I guess.
Omg I wrote this so long ago. Who tf was I so mad at ? lmao I originally posted this October 2021 but wrote it months before that. Anyway, subscribe for more poetry ! Submit your own here.
I just wanna go witcha
I just wanna grow witcha
You bring so much hope to the picture
You bring so much joy to my mixture
Stuck witcha like a fixture
When you change your mind and decide they’re stuck with you (makes sense if you read the last 2). Subscribe to the blog ?
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