Now that three weeks have passed,
I can't imagine why I put up with you.
Between the inconsistency with dates,
The crappy apologies
And showing up late
The I'm going on a business trip,
But we'll catch up later today,
Only to reschedule late in the night
Girl this dude just ain't treating you right
He's going through a lot I would say
Work is hard, gas is through the sky
His mom is depressed and that's why he's always high.
His dad had a fall
And who did he call....
He had to drive all the way to west Palm
Oh poor paul
At the tender age of 25,
Him and his brothers had to deal with it all.
And I felt sorry for him
And wanted to be there as best as I can
Though I was still in nursing school
And dealing with stress of my own
I really did care about him
And it was definitely shown.
But when he started to drift away
I tried to cling hold,
Too far he drifted so I had to let go
Then a week later
There I found him chillin' on my shore
Seemingly happy, sweet and well restored
He texted me on my birthday,
Told me how lucky he was to have me.
Did he ever show up to my birthday party?
Or return any of my texts that followed?
The man can't be this hollow
I called him once every couple of days
Worried if he was sick and if the fam was okay
Ghosted by a man,
Who was a ghost from the start
At least Casper would have said goodbye
No Casper would have never broken dear Wendy's heart
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:Distorted Beauty
PoetryThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss