July

See if we continue to dwell,

On the well,

Then the spells we tell,

Wellโ€ฆ. Manifest.

We should give a rest,

To the pest,

Of a mess,

From the tight feeling in my chest.

As he swipes right,

On his screen,

But my text I know he seen.

Yet he failed to reply,

Narcissistic ass nigga,

The games we repeat.

No stranger to my body,

Such a hot commodity,

Thought heโ€™d be grateful to have a Hotty,

Beyond Her Body,

He was a Thotty,

He was so afraid to unmask himself,

A grown man in a little boy’s body.

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