This is not a fairytale.

Once upon a time,
I was kicking with the kid..
breathing his breath ..
while he was all up in my shit..
I mean, space.
he was in my space.
Move nigga.
ignorant , out of place.
.. all up in my space.
I needed to get away.
" Goodbye "was what I was trying to say
because it's a struggle to love a person that's
out of place..
But... wanna be all up in your space.
Move nigga.
He did.
He said "See you later".
But i knew when I hugged him,
at the corner store
it was a 'Goodbye' for the kid.
Once a upon a time I love you,
But all that shit is gone,
I flushed it down the toliet
with all the other lies and deceit
tissues from when I cried and
napkins,
from when I couldnt stop bleeding,
and almost died.
I'm disgusted with the destruct.
And now when i think of you,
I think of 'Yuck'.
You're really a whole ho' out chea' but. .
I wish you the best of luck.
..
And She lived happily ever after,
with a God sent being,
that showed her the difference
between the Court Jester
and a King.