Poem 20 : Heartbreak 6

Try not to break my heart and I’ll try not to put it in one of my writings... maybe. It really could’ve been you over all these niggas but instead you got to acting just like the rest of these Niggas and I’m not gonna flex like you wasn’t the best ... kept a smile on my face and damn i could’ve worn your name on my neck. See this is what happens when you give a nigga your all, you end up falling hard and damn... hard you fall. Indeed. My goal was to please, you know be wifey, have that lock and key and build up. It was likely. Then I’m calculating the lies and stories being told ... this ain’t a joke it’s like being cut in the throat. It’s hard to breathe, hard to swallow. I haven’t felt this little heartbreak shit in a minute the fact that I’m even writing means you done hit that trigger. I just wish i got to tell you that i loved you before we even got to this, the heart wants what the heart wants but i know sometimes we gotta fight it. I’m a writer, imma stick to that because being a writer imma dreamer and living in a dream world I’m living in a fantasy and i know I’m real life shit ain’t peaches and cream but got damn i didn’t even get my chance to be that queen to a king like how i wanted to.