Mind {Prose Vol. 2}✔

126th Poem: Drop

Sometimes I wonder if I'm on your mind.

And sometimes, it feels like

life's passing me by.

Where are you? Can I get a text, will I get a reply?

Do you think of me, even if it's brief? 

Am I prodding your mind, just like I'm a thief?

I think of you, wonder how you're doing.

I care for you, and everything you are pursuing. 

I want to check up on you, but sometimes don't see it through, 

'cause honestly I realized 

I'm no priority for you.

They say evaluate your friendships and 

that's what I've begun to do, 

but it's honestly so hard to 

let go of you.

I think to myself, are we really friends?

Do you really care for me, will you stick around until the end?

You hardly talk to me, even when you're not busy. 

You barely rock with me, rather sit around and watch TV.

(I guess I already know the answer, don't I? I guess I was just too afraid to let go.

Or maybe it's because you plague my thoughts at random times, my conscience stuck wondering if you're all right.)

You don't text me first,

I get no notifs from you.

(Yet when I text you, you might respond back,

so I make sure my attention is given to you. 

But then you say you're bored and don't carry the convo, 

so I let it drop wondering why I'm such a dumbo...)

And sometimes I can tell you looked 'cause read receipts tell on you.

Should I give up? 

I feel these thoughts plaguing my mind, stuck on repeat.

I've got a life to live, but I always make sure to check up on you.

I shoot you a text just to let you know I'm thinking 'bout you.

Start a conversation but that sh*t always ends by you.

You don't carry it and honestly it kinda blows me.

Nothing to say yet somehow you are my homie.

At this point I'm beginning to feel a little lonely. 

Cool with my solitude but wondering where are the people I used to talk to?

You know what, screw it, decision's made.

I'm out, text me or don't, guess I don't have time too.

This is a message from me to you, a farewell to some old friends; now it's on to the new. 

You've officially been dropped 'cause I'm tired of waiting on you. 

It's been real, good luck to this new bold you.

A/N

Song: Drop - G-Eazy ft. BlocBoy JB, Blac Youngsta

Never watched the video so have fun with that lmao.

This song is on my Spotify playlist and I thought of it as I transferred my words from journal page to this, so walla, the song is the song for this poem now. Yayyyy.

After a while, you have to realize that some people aren't meant to stay in your life forever. I think we all know that but sometimes we don't realize exactly who those people are. Friend is a special title that not everyone around you should really be called, so choose them wisely or let them help you to your downfall.

Oh yeah, the stuff in parentheses are afterthoughts I had while transferring this poem from my journal.

#DROP