The way I would giggle whenever you were around ,
I still think of you,
How I tried to hide my feeling Cuz I was too proud,
I still think of you,
The way you knew all the right words to make me feel alive when I was dead inside,
I still think of you,
It's been nearly two years yet you still pop up in my mind,
You still make my heart run faster and slower, with the thought of your bittersweet memories
The way we stay on the phone till dawn cuz I needed to hear your voice to have a peaceful sleep,
How we you, me, and Steve would smoke that l till we got hit with the munchies,
How we would crack jokes on niggas on the d line till we couldn't even breathe,
We were on some stupid shit,
You were a broke ass nigga with a rich heart and you knew how to work with it,
I still think of your sweet kisses,
The feeling would linger on my lips like the smell of you're cologne would linger on my shirt,
And never tried to wipe it away because you're smell was my ointment when I was hurt,
I still think of you,
How you knew how to get me to 0 to 100 real quick,
And when I was at that 100 your smile took my body on a trip,
I would hate you yet love you wanna kill, yet hold you,
Are love was passionate yet full of turmoil,
As you would say I had trust issues and couldn't think of anyone loving me for me,
What's your motive, wanna hit it and quick it, nigga don't do shit for free,
I still think of you,
How you would hold me in your arms and I couldn't think about being with anyone's else in this whole world,
I was created for you, you were created for me you were my man and I was your girl,
I still think of you how you broke my heart and no one could ever hurt me as much as you did,
Because i can never love anyone the way I loved you kid,
Even as I write this poem tears gather up my eyes from a love that could've blossomed but you ruined it,
Damn near two year and my heart still won't call it quits,
I still think of you,
I wonder if you still think of me,
I still think of you,
But I now understand that you were just meant to be a memory.
YOU ARE READING
Uncle Sam, Goddamn
Poesia"I'm fucked up, nigga you fucked up, but if God got us, nigga we gon' be alright"- Kendrick Lamar Tyler Perry gave us the Diary of a Mad Black Women. I give you, The Poems Of A Black Youth, Uncle Sam, Goddamn.
