We actually used to date,
can you believe that?
You were so infatuated with me,
but unlike men, women take time to warm up.
Like sizing up a crowded room before you walk in.
And not settling till you feel somewhat at ease, anxious of all the eyes on you.
You always wanted to be with me, in my presence, touching my skin, hearing my voice.
But like most men, you were impatient.
I never asked for you to wait up for me, but you got bored so fast.
Left me in the dust.
Because I wasn't what you wanted in that exact moment.
But I was ready to be her with time.
You shut me out but then showed up at my doorstep with flowers the next morning.
To "check in".
But we talked
and I cried.
Typical.
And we were never the same.
Now I see you just so you can use my body,
and tell me i'm special to keep me around.
You're so hot and so cold.
You still plan things for the future like we're together. Like we mean something.
Then get distant with me, to talk to randoms you'll entertain for some period of time.
But you always come crawling back.
And I will always allow it.
- K
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My mind, my heart, and my soul.
PoetryA series of poems written to express the things life likes to throw our way. Based on my current feelings, struggles and life goals. My pain, hurt, suffering, heartbreak, love, happiness and everything under the sun. I hope you can find some connect...
