You leave me with $4
like a cheap chick
Am I not worth more?
you said this is all I have
when you handed me a $100 yesterday
Just so that I can buy water
I like the way you trusted me with it
Did I trust the wrong person?
He said I am not, I am messy inside, in my head and in my heart
I don't want someone to come along and fix me
I need to fix this on my own
my brothers they look for me
I am smart too, I know what they are doing
I got tested and passed the test
I told him 'I like your brother'
He told him I guess
He took me aside
and we had the typical breakup conversation
I don't, I can't, I like you right now
Has it been 2 years really or was it all cap?
Your body told me a tale of nervousness
God why do I receive everything as rejection?
DJ he didn't hit me up it was 5am. I saw my phone
After a night out in the Mustang
Driving around with loud music
In the way only you can in Miami
I am sick of this
I'm outside
I meet people
they hurt me
I avoid assault
then I get tired and just give in
I don't care anymore
I just want a bed
This is a bad game
God why should I be in this situation?
$40 to a bed
Scooter and Uber eats he made 1700 in 4 days
amazing story
I don't have money for a scooter rental
and my feet hurt like hell
I need to learn to use one anyways
People want their needs met,
and only give me what they would give a waitress
I am more valuable than this,
than this story
Rachel saw me come out their room
I was never there before
I see my email
spirit said charge phone with SIM
phone never got charged
he said yes and instead took me on a ride
We came back at 5am
I didn't know that's what I was signing up for
$4 bro. after paying $8 for the luggage. not enough to eat.
thanks for the fresh mango, that was $6.
I'm trying so hard not to use people
but instead, people are using me
they don't care about my needs
I have no one to cry to
No one to delve my secrets to
To be honest if I confess this to anyone
I'm afraid of what I will see
My drive scares even me
yesterday I felt like a pro
and the fact that he was so sensitive,
well that was so sweet and so un-American
and so crazily honest
I was shocked
but he wanted to make a deal
I should have laid out some terms,
not leave it up to chance
he told me the stories of what he and his family escaped
then he told me about the girl that is in PA waiting for him
its been 5 years but his heart is still there
i think he felt like he was betraying her
He talked such a big game
We were there, I was there
and he fell to pieces
I connected with him.
I felt his darkness, his pain. I felt like a healer,
and like healing work was in my hands
he said he was messed up the next day
he said my brother said you like me
and he told me why he doesn't quality for like
his brother came at me, a classic move
like I didn't see this coming
I was too sleepy
sim should have never left
he left without telling me
suddenly there I am with the brother
and of course he makes a pass
I instantly leave
and address it outside, Rachel comes says you have to leave
room is until 11am
we hurrily clean up the whole room
ha ha I lost my dress, out the window and some underwear
if you could believe it
Don't focus on the blessing
how small or how big it is
I don't ask for anything
but I hate when people give little
when they have much
I always said I wanted honesty
when I got it, it was too much
he told me he wanted to have fun
I was the way there
he fell apart when we stayed in
he couldn't handle who I was
he said he misjudged me
Is my beauty a gift?
or a thing people use to be attracted to me?
I'm trying to figure out this life
but I honestly didn't know what it did.
I don't want to go to the club
I'm glad he gets to do it
he comes at 6am and wakes up at 12
we have no time for anything else
than travel plans and sleeping plans
and when are we going to get to know each other?
Maybe I want a best friend
but maybe my life is boring for you
I lived a whole other existence
does anyone know or care?
People don't ask enough questions
I was right about the guy
my eyes are tired I want sleep
but I don't want to leave. idk why.
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