That text that reads "what you into?"
I reply "Nothing."
Nothing : The code word for I'm alone lets fuck.
He ain't gotta know
you say you going over your friends but they already know.
My bedroom is the mall coffee shop theater the little thrift shop you love to go to every Thursday but never seem to find anything you want.
He ain't got to know that me and him don't kiss the same and when yall make love you're silently calling my name.
I'm not trying to break up your family I'm trying to break ya back and maybe the headboard too.
He ain't got to know I'm the reason y'all still together y'all argue you go for a walk walk two blocks west take a left at the light and walk down three more blocks and that building at the end of the courner on the right is mine.
That when you working late nights my bedroom is the office and you play sweet and innocent assistant and I play the boss
-Day
YOU ARE READING
Things never said
Poetry...I wonder what happens when you release your thoughts and feelings to the world for their eyes to see. This is your view into my head...enjoy
