ugh (aka i didn't have a name for this just an exasperated exhale).
november 21, 2017.
8:46 pm.
i started telling you things,
i have to force them back back back in.
you're starting to unpack me.
i don't want to be unpacked,
that's why i leave you on read -
and talk to you only when it's convenient for me,
why i'm glad you're leaving soon.
i shouldn't have opened up to you.
now you've left me far too open for comfort.
YOU ARE READING
poetry iv: thot confessions
Poesiawritten 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.
