I know... Another downer poem right? Lol Good things dooo happen to me, I swear. It's just that its the ugly stuff prompts me to write. I think its that awkward stage people go through at 21 huh?! So for the last gronk. Nothing fancy but anyways, Poem.

 

I bit my tongue in every effort not to be too forward

I figured ‘open’ ain’t your thing by the way you ignored it

Fabricated hope, you said you wouldn’t leave me waiting

So I brushed off delays thought I was over speculating

I continued pacing

My fucking time you’re wasting

& all I wanted was a friend for this tobacco lacing

Someone to share a beat with

We’d touch each others faces

If it felt right we could try it in more intimate places

But I get it, I get it

& I’ll leave it alone

I’ll stop sending you messages & calling your phone

Evidently I’m right

I’m still hoping I’m wrong

I’m no good with the games

Haven’t played in so long

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