you caught my attention but I knew you were no good. the entire hood warned me about you. you knew you wasn't shit, but you pursued me anyway. Why me? Why choose me to fuck with? Why choose me to break? Why choose me to hurt? Why interrupt my sanity and and my peace.
I was perfect before I met you. Or maybe you knew I was perfect the reason you kept pursuing me further. your fresh cut, brown eyes, new forces and fresh fit. got me wondering to myself like "damn who else he fuck with?" you had all the characteristics that screamed "this nigga ain't shit." but my dumb ass fell for you anyway. ain't that some shit?
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts unspoken
PoetryHere lies the words of my thoughts. Here lies the words I have not spoken. I hope these words heal your soul and make you whole again.
