jar of hearts (a poetry story)

saleana

i thought i finally met a girl that i had stuff in common with,

i defended her when her name was being bashed,
when people bullied her thru random numbers

when she got pregnant i was the 3rd person to know,
and we talked thinking she would be there for when i got pregnant one day

she was beautiful,
but also without make up

she was mean,
but nice to the right ones

guys would tell me so many things about her,
but i saw right thru them because i wanted to judge by my own opinion on her

the way she treated me,
how kind she was to me

an online bestie i told everything to

we were open with each other,

how she had sex with 2 black guys in one night

yeah,

that close

she was a party girl,
but also from a party city

she had a lot to say about the guys i talk to that she knew,

but later on saying how nice they are

which i didn't believe

i guess some people treat others differently because they just pick and choose who they wanna be nice to

and she's a prime example

she didn't even wish me a happy birthday a couple years ago,

but later that week posted a happy birthday post for some ugly ass man

it started when it was her birthday and ignored the fact i did something for her

i am told i am too nice,
but that's just my nature

after i decided to add some fuel to the fire i was unadded off everything

how can you pin me to be this mean girl when you were being mean to be for months until i said something?

you're not a girls girl,

you're selfish and ugly

i don't care how pretty you are,
being mean makes you mean

and it's sure showing on her

i even bought things for her baby and it took her a week to say thank you

that spoke enough volumes for me

be careful with your love and trust

people will just suck it up like a vacuum for their own well being