So I Thought

I thought you would have at least had the decency to pretend like you liked me after your fingers collided with my privates. It's no secret I fucked up! I shouldn't have been so quick to give husband privileges to someone who isn't even my boyfriend. I fucked up because I didn't know I was this fragile. Maybe I should learn myself before I tie my soul to the devil. You got me feeling like rhythm and blues. Not much lady likeness left in me so lady can't sing the blues. But hoes can feel it. Hoes can sense it. And hoes can make nightmares manifest when we thought only dreams could come to for-wishing... But, aren't nightmares dreams too? Aren't nightmares what break us out in sweats, cold sweats like H I I I V? Not even public Aids is this scary. Not even the devil, or so I thought. I looked him in the eye when I kissed you. One eye open seeing if the both of yours are shut. You even kissed me like you like me just a little bit. Even if it was a lie it was enough to calm the lions in me about the head you gave being just a scam. You ate like you loved it. A feast indeed it was but, your heart didn't select it. I was just something you dug out of your bag when you got hungry. You loved it! I'm convinced you did. Even smacked & licked your lips then your fingers. You sir are an actor. 

Dear person that sits next to me in physics class,

I looked at the side of your head today

 and realized that you are dumb.

Pretty you are but, video vixen you are not.

However, that's your dream.

 Fast money on that ass...

Your goal isn't to be respected but, objectified.

You aspire to be a

sex toy.

I knew you before your hips became the

 chips boys feasted on.

 You were ugly, saw no beauty in yourself.

Brainwashed and still dirty.

You want money but

don't want to work for it.

Little do you know

 you're a entrepreneur already.

Body no longer a temple but

a motel. Hoes tell the truth.

Speaking for what every girl

has felt at some point in her life but

was much too wealthy in

God to pursue it

before marriage.

 You are a screenshot

of your report.

The D's show you

Damn near

Dared to give a good

 god Damn but the

ejaculation

made your path toxic.

You failed me!

Told the secrete of the pretty girls,

you

eavesdropped on the good girls

and posed as

one.

High school

 beat the

truth smooth

out of

you

worse than an officer.

I
call
you
stupid




 girl.