I really lost hope in this generation till we spoke,
And I'm not going to sit here and act like you weren't special,
Because you really were one of a kind,
You're destined for greatness,
But regardless of that i don't know your fucking game,
It's wild to me that we spoke and you're telling me you're catching feelings,
Only to cut me off the next day,
What the fuck does that even mean?
But don't get it twisted because I'm not even mad,
I get that your ass is busy with your change the world complex,
so good luck with your bullshit and I really do mean that ,
But just stay the fuck away from me because I don't need that energy,
Don't tell me you want me at specific times of the week,
Fuck with me fully or not at all bitch.
YOU ARE READING
17th Street.
PoetryThese are short poems I wrote throughout my 17th street of life and it was the only way I deemed fit for me to heal and ascend out of all the love and heartbreak and loss I've had to deal with. I wrote them in hopes that one day I'd get to look back...
