The heart of a poet

Don't

STOP...don't make comments about my profile because what you don't see under my selfie is my big thighs
And late at night when you're with that hoe tryna eat her out and fantasizing about your dick being in her mouth, you don't hear my loud cries for help
So don't hit me up asking if the pussy good if you don't know me because I don't owe you anything
Because if I came over to your house the next day you wouldn't remember my name
I'm not here to be treated like trash by a brainless fuckboi
I'm not your little toy and don't assume if I hit you up late at night I want you in my bed so I can ride you right
I'm looking for true love and affection
Someone to hold me till the very end
So again don't hit me up talking about how you flick your tongue and how you "fucked your friends mum"