Do you think about me last night?
Did you close your eyes?
Do I make you feel high?
When you smile, you make me feel so bright.
Did you talk about me at school?
Or did you just diss me like a fool?
Last night, you played my favorite song.
I swear I think about you all day long.
Feelings. They're starting to flare up.
Starting to flare up like I'm allergic to nuts.
Your skin is smooth like King Tut's.
When you close your eyes,
Do you still hear that song?
Even though I'm humming along.
Last night I found your phone.
I start scrolling and scrolling.
Damn I thought you were wrong.
You're just stringing me all along.
Fuck you and your favorite song!
Now I have no feelings.
Are you mad that I seen it?
Don't talk to me!
I don't even want to hear it.
Last night I thought it was serious.
Quit fearing, because I'm leaving.
Last night. Hearing you scream my name.
Get out of my face and stop playing games.
This poem is about boys and them playing games. Men don't play games, boys do. Every woman has felt or is feeling played. My advice is to leave them dry like their hair brush while they brush their dry ass waves.
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