he liked fast cars,
i was his passenger princess,
only for awhile till we fell out
he was thinking he was in fast and furious
or something
he was sexy,
with tats all up his arm
he was rich,
but that got to his head
he had everything he wanted,
but the love part was a struggle for him,
as he didn't know how to love a girl
which is what i wanted
and
needed
he liked fast cars,
but also,
the fast life
he liked a little danger,
and i think that's what made me attracted to him
that he wasn't afraid to be himself,
he wasn't afraid to say whatever was on his mind
it's giving plain jane by asap ferg
he acted hood,
the snapchat stories he posted can prove that
i couldn't keep talking to him,
the other girls kept blowing up his phone
how can i keep talking to a man when having multiple girls excites him?
he likes fast cars,
maybe he should stick to the fast life
but not everything is supposed to be fast
guess i didn't spread my legs fast enough for him
YOU ARE READING
jar of hearts (a poetry story)
Poetrywho do you think you are? running around with a jar of hearts?
