utca a utca (street to street).
july 21, 2017.
4:45 am.
it was never at the worst times
it was never at the best times,
you made me move
and i hated you for that
so i got a tattoo
and didn't kiss and tell.
it was never at the worst times
it was never at the best times,
i told you i was okay,
you believed me, -
how oblivious.
it was never at the worst times,
it was never at the best times,
i wanted alcohol,
and you could never understand why.
it was never at the worst times,
it was never at the best,
i didn't understand the language -
you did and i asked to be taught.
you agreed to it but never did,
here is the list of the promises could not keep.
YOU ARE READING
poetry iv: thot confessions
Poetrywritten in 2017. the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. trynna be some rupi kaur shit but that ain't me. confessions of a self-proclaimed thot.
