Poor In Love

Save me from the truth.

-

You said you wanted variety, but that’s not what hurt me.

-

Curb me, you left me looking ugly for the rest.

-

But I was told to tell the truth, and really what it was.

-

You agreed for me to shave my head when the reason for it was all the stress I held for you. You acted like you really cared for me, and that it was in agreement with what I needed; but it wasn’t.

-

So I detach.

*

In time I’ll cuddle.

-

The bear I chewed up and tussle.

*

My anger is my hustle.

*

A recluse.

I’ve hardened my heart, and I haven’t been playing my part.

To cheat.

-

I’m through with us.

-

I’m ridiculous.

-

I refuse.

-

Let’s cheat.

*

Saw you walking across the road. I came home after you walked away from me, I followed. I stalked.

-

Finger on the screen, scrolling until I found the key.

-

I took it.

-

I blew your cover.

-

Then you were gone into the darkness. Leave.

-

LEAVE.

-

As if it would only hurt ME. I am poor in love, and I am poor without. I don’t want to go back on the street where the cracks still leaks under my feet. Earth can’t survive the pain you gave me.

-

Ring. 📞

Ring.

Taze me.

*

Lazy.

-

I’ve suffered. I’ve suffered. Every dime I cried. Every time I cried.

-

No money to save.

-

You throw it away.

-

I’m poor. I’m poor.

-

A whore.

-

Exactly what you want.

-

ABHOR!

-

And now I’m one.

-

How about it now?

-

I’m one.

-

Now the story folds.

-

How the story goes.

-

I’m done!

A/N Thank you so much for reading 🙏🏽♥️🤗