how long do I have to hurt feelings and act narcissistic before you can understand...before you can be aware of the power held within these hands
because your absence is very important.
I might just hit you up like " wyd" on some lonely and bored shit.
I'm on some charged up no cord shit.
your demeanor is dealt with
this
is far from selfish I'm more altruistic.
I'm softer than acoustic,
the bite of your context is quite ruthless.
yet you're still clueless and I'm still healing from every second of the distance I'm suddenly feeling.
don't blame the hype it was made like that
don't blame the drugs, once you show me love
it fades just like that.
but I came right back like death wasn't in the air
like I still care using silence in the place of words that's already there// E.B.
YOU ARE READING
DIRTY LAUNDRY
Poetryjust another underrated poetry book, a poetic photograph of the saddest months of my life from Jan 2016- May 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
