All Too often

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Smooth words flow from my mouth to put your mind at ease. They hug you tight have you thinking I’m going to bend my knee. 

More hollow than a 45, they’ll pierce your soul. Empty words, with no meaning  the truth was never told. 

Your insecurities, for me was an open invitation. A way to overcome all your fears and all your reservations. I told you I loved your body and all it’s imperfections. A lie I told just to make a connection.  

Those nudes you sent, I showed my boys, and said I smashed that.

The goal was to take that power away from you, never giving it back. 

I laugh at your new man who spends  all his time and money making you feel like a queen. Trying to heal you from me and all your broken dreams. He has to move heaven and earth to overcome your past. But with some two dollar words and a pretty smile I was able to tap that a**. 

When you first met him he was kind of lame, kind of boring, he didn’t make you laugh. You left him on read, a quick swipe left, just another pass. 

Hot girl summer I took full advantage it’s nothing new to me. $40 at the ready you was always my plan B. Meghan and Cardi, false prophets, got your body racking up the miles. They will have you forever a bridesmaid never walking down the aisle. 

Trusting in your crystals and your sage to remove the negative energy. Energy you invited in, energy between my legs, I call him mini me. I threw you off the path your grandparents told you to stay on. Their picture perfect marriage you wanted, 50 years going strong. 

But now look at you trusting in memes and inspirational quotes for life validation. I was in it for the chase, a good time, for the copulation. Now you’re on the internet screaming body positivity. But deep down inside you’re broken, because I used your body to fulfill my needs. 

Now you’re team Lizzo, loving your body, and that’s cool. But these women ain’t a Maya. They’ll have you in a cage, a bird, singing like a fool. All that washing won’t get me out of your hair. Truth hurts, when you realize that I never cared. 

 

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