So I've been thinking....I would give it to you, but I don't think you deserve it. I've known you longer, but I'll give it to someone who cares about me, whom I just met. Someone who wouldn't expose my deepest secrets, insecurities, intimate noises....to his friends; just a sign that your immature. No trust is there, never has been, that's why I regret what happen in a sense. If we go there, I would never want to talk to you after. Friends (?) out of the question...friends would want to know what happen to you, I would ask them "who?"....because I would erase the whole experience from my mind. I wouldn't share the experience with anyone, because I would be ashamed. The first intimate moment, I don't regret so much, because I thought you were into me and wanted a future, but now I know straight up...you only want my body....and like I've said before.....Body=soul to me.
Beautiful experience before...because I felt it there...for you an act maybe? My poem was about the experience and how I appreciate the experience....not really how I feel about you as a person...your "qualifications" are decent, but you're tainted & cold in every sense.
"Let's laugh TOGETHER at these sorry ass niggas who don't compare...lol, u done yet? Me neither!".............which side are you on here?..lol, but listen, all of this to say...please stop.
You are not ready for me. Keep it moving. My poetry is a reflection.....there not mixed messages; its how I feel, but using them against me in a sense is not smart. Obviously, I have no room for players...only partners.
This is just me venting without any exclamation points, because I'm chill.
Alright, I'm out to this festival.
Spread Positivity & Be Positive
*muah*
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