how long you gonna stay
crying over that?
that's what I asked myself once.
just so you know, I've exhausted myself
thinking of you,
my being's had enough
of me repeatedly bringing up
the same nigga's name.
the sad thing's, if you
we're to come back to me,
I'd lose interest that exact moment.
but god damn, your absence
doesn't comfort me like
most people's absence does.
YOU ARE READING
the letdown
Poetryself destructive thoughts and discoveries mixed into somewhat poetry.
