Ghost.

Her counsellor told her:

To ease your brain and pain,

Go home and write letters.

The one you might send him

And the one you’ll destroy.

“Don’t think it can help”,

“How do you know?”

“I don’t know.”

“Have you tried?”

The counsellor smiled.

She got home tired at six.

Started thinking:

“What I miss?’

“And who I miss.”

He was the one

Who kept it simple.

She was the one

With an attitude.

When they first met,

He liked her shoes.

But everyone knew:

It was an excuse-

To meet and talk with her soon.

He said he went

For a business trip…

Miami boats and all this dirt.

That’s what he called his business.

Then why did the text said he missed her

And still wanted to kiss her?

She knew from the start

What type of person he was.

She kept entertaining their fling

Cause she liked the vibe that they had.

Always flirtatious,

Misunderstanding at times.

Forgot who they were

Under the bedsheets-

No lights.

While he was exploring the body,

Drake’s raspy voice was filling the room.

Giving that needed relaxing mood.

“No guidance”-

That is their track.

When they would get freaky-

Amazing hot nights.

She thanked for the laces.

She’d make him a show.

They’d be fucking crazy,

No regrets,

That’s for sure.

“I don’t want to change you.”

She said.

“I want to protect you.”

He lied.

“I don’t want to commit, but we can be friends.”

“Are you fucking joking me, we’ll never be friends.”

She just wanted devotion.

Not his freedom or dough.

Didn’t ask him for loyal

Cause that word is a whole different story.

He didn’t close options

Although he flipped over

When she opened hers.

He is possessive.

And he’s got some issues.

Not only commitment

Yet self-esteem too.

He tried to escape them

Through parties and smokes

And brats who ignore if your wallet is broke.

She thought she was special

Oh really? No facts.

Since he’s friends with the asshole promoter

Who fucks every available hole.

She should have known

That he got his back

Every weekend in Rebel

In the VIP zone.

She saw him there.

She saw his eyes.

It seemed like

That made him happy

Much more than her eyes.

So why should she stay

When she can just leave?

Be quiet and block him

Cut him off loose.

So that he could wonder

What happened with them.

He’s known as a player

She learnt how to be one with him.

Should she just leave

Or play him a bit?

Nobody says it’s a game

Until you break up with them.

Life is not a fairytale

Where you get everything you wish.

It’s either ride or die with her

Or fun and die with hoes.

Left side - he had bitches

Right side - he had her.

Put himself at the centre

Who did he think he was?

You can’t have Maserati

And ten Nissan cars

You are not rich

To own all of that lux.

“You only know how to make me mad”

She cried.

“I also know how to make you smile”

He laughed.

She appreciates late night Ubers

Those dinners Downtown.

And bottles of wine at his home.

That steamy Victoria’s secret

Under his dad body t-shirt.

He began with “my little princess”

Later, called her just “B”.

That’s not how it works.

She’s not stupid, hello.

She called him a papi.

In bed, on the phone.

He’s obsessed with the Russian

Was obsessed with her legs.

And of course husky accent.

Made him giggle a lot.

He wanted a baby.

He knew she was fly.

Type of girl

You would like

Introduce her to mum.

He didn’t want “girlfriend”

He was scared of that shit.

Putting labels and drama.

He’d rather put in his dick.

When she had a chance

To really cheat on him too.

It didn’t go well

Cause that dude was a kid.

Didn’t have enough brains

To ask her out on a date.

Thought he could just slide

And hit it at her place.

Yeah he’s got whip

He’s spoilt as fuck.

When he spends money

He makes his daddy bankrupt.

He is not him.

No, he’s not smart.

Doesn’t have goals

Immature and no fun.

One thing they share

both are losers in life.

Life is not money

Or girls, or cool stuff.

You chase that affection

That leaves with your blunt.

He’s not an ex

She doesn’t want him no more

In her life, in her head

In her past.

Please don’t call her.

Don’t text her.

Don’t talk about her with your bros.

She disappeared

And left memories there.

Sometimes it’s okay

To just leave.

Not to say anything.

Or explain anything.

She’ll be his ghost

And he’ll be no one.

She realized it was not love.

The attention -

She loved.

The one that the dude with the car

Couldn’t give her so far.