Book of Soul Whispers

Foolish

The fuckery of you leaving me behind like a wet cumrag is why apparently I was nothing but a bitch to you.

Why else would you walk away without a look back or saying see you later over your shoulder.

Bitch that would have been better than tossing me aside like a used condom.

I might as well be trash to you.

Because now you won't answer my texts and calls.

Now I'm just stuck laying in bed, writing this shit out.

Imagining a happy ending where I graduate from high school and I see you standing outside the doors in a too-tight suit that fit you three sizes ago, holding flowers in your hand.

And baby that's the only apology I need just come back to me.