Sunday, July 27, 2025

A Sad Shortie

She said,
"You shouldn't value me."
And to what did I owe this prelude 
To another tragedy. 

My heart like a string
On a line dried out by the rain
Wrung and left to live 
On the sun's pain
I scream every time she says my name. 

Drifting on insecurity
A lonely sea
A deadly sea
A bowl of cereal 
Rife with sctricnin and redundancy
Laced with a legacy of absolute incredulity for perpetuity and the entire internet to see.

I cant even count the loss anymore 
Because my heart has never been so forlorn. 
Nobody cares about a broke niggas love
Because a broke nigga cant give anyone the superficial love they dream of. 

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