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My Experience…..with a fuckboy
I wasn’t sure how to start this poem
So I guess I’ll start here…
Fuck you!
And I know I could say “forget” in order to be politically correct in the name of performance
But nah I ain’t gon do all lat
For all the times I put you before myself
For all the times you left me on read
For all the times I was paused on Facetime *humph* I’m too pretty for all that
Fuck you
I will no longer censor my feelings and just keep on dealing with the antics that my heart endured in the name
of love
No, no I won’t keep yielding my brain’s voice
By separating the pure, raw and uncut propensity if what I’ve been meaning to say
I opened by heart….. and a bunch of other things… to you
Without so much of a second thought
So I thought when you told me you loved me, it was real
Emotions deeper than my heart could feel
Much like me, you didn’t strike me as someone who loved easily
See when you love a fuckboy, they’ll have you feeling high
Not an ordinary kinda high
But more like I smoked an 8th of your love while eating an edible at a Puff & Paint sponsored by Supply
Demand
You fucked me up so badly that I feel like I have no hope in love
That shit’s for the birds, your words
Your words hurt me so bad that I truly lost my faith in it
I no longer believe words people tell me
Someone I took a chance with betrayed my heart and my trust
Our love was as real as K2
Our love had no density just intensity and no intentions of proving itself to be true
Just as quickly as those 3 words slipped from your lips, I wish I could take them back
Take me back… From you
Undo all the benefits I’ve given you access to
Because nothing I had was unavailable to you based on your subscription of love
But once you stopped paying the bill, I didn’t put you in collections
But kept allowing you to rack up debt
And my one regret is how long I allowed you to use “love” as a LOC
But nah nigga not today
Today I file a judgment against you
In the case of my heart v. The Fuckboy
I’m suing you for damages in the amount of wasted time and unlawful use of the word “love”, emotional
distress, misconduct & abuse
After much deliberation, the results are in and the verdict is “You got me fucked up” boy
But you won’t have me out here in these streets a woman scorned
Instead of slashing your tires & busting your windows
I won’t post pictures on the ‘gram of me and my imaginary man
Just to get back at you
‘Cause I
No longer give a fuck…..boy
I’m gonna hit you where it really hurts
I’m gonna give you what you deserve
I’m gonna take my time and destroy every ounce of a glimmer of hope of us reuniting
And I’m gonna….heal
I’m gonna learn how to deal with the fucked emotional & mental state your so called “love” put me in
My Experience…..with a fuckboy
My heart will triumph & I will love
Again.
