I should’ve cried my heart out now that you’re gone.
But I am a dry wasteland inside after so much you’ve done
I’ve been here before so many times for the same crime
Of loving fully someone not worth my space & time
Am I full of regrets? Perhaps, maybe But I am equally tired of pain
I’m fucking done of feeling stressed… too heavy on my brain
I thought I was your rib, I thought you were my air
A mistake I’ve made so much you’d think I was the one who didn’t care
I sit here facing my words and the very judgement I lapsed
But it’s the future I only see, no time to dwell on your or my pasts
I won’t gossip your fuck ups nor will I air our dirty laundry out to other ears and eyes
Because it was ours both to make and I chose to stick by your side
It’s not me being considerate of you or accountability that I lack
I’m just finally over your ways in the way and holding me back
I guess a part of me has already moved on
I guess I was pretty much done and ready to be gone
We were going to conquer the world together and prove them wrong
We were going to make the most epic story to tell along
And before you go so far as to think I’m an angry female, I’m not
I still care about you but I can’t do anymore…I gave all I got
But I guess I wasn’t good enough or hood enough for you to consider
A reality-show-type-stripper-hooker is more fun than a first-lady-type-Michelle-Obama
You could’ve had it all and now you’ll see what you had now that it’s gone
Serves your ass right for fucking over a queen for ratchet ass pawns
Drunken Insomniac Writer
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