untitled four. part one.
september 30, 2017.
2:59 pm.
i'm not yours,
i'm not anybody's,
i'm hardly even my own.
what you said
what you did or didn't do
is none of my concern.
but if we're just "friends"
you know that's not
what a friend does to a friend.
what kind of treatment is that?
leading me on,
i know you used to be decent once...
even if i haven't known you long.
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.
