You finally answered.
You told me.
I had to fight you, I really did.
You called me names,
You told me you lied to me.As if I didn't know.
"you didn't let me do what I wanted" bullshit.
You really thought I believed you the day you said you were going up to the valley with your friend? Yeah I knew where you were.
I told you it didn't matter but it did.
It broke me.
But now, that I know, it wasn't really anything I did.
Everyone has preferences, you didn't fit mine.
You never wanted a future with me
You only wanted a future with the drugs.
You told me that. Said (in your own words)
"nah bih I never wanted you. I only want a future with da gang"Classy.
I'm not hurt. I'm relieved.
Now I see who you really are,
You're a shit person.
Finally, now that you're out of my life, things are starting to feel okay again.
Finally, I feel like I'm going to be okay.
YOU ARE READING
Am I okay?
PoetryMy certain "you" is a person. They're gone and I'm slowly learning how to deal with it. This book is completely non fiction, as it's every thought straight from my head.