that drug, that feeling.

i’m curious..

do i still give you that feeling?

when i cross your mind,

when you find your way to mine,

when you realize you could never

leave me lone. is it for the good things?

is it cause you remember how good

it felt when we were laughing, when

we were dancing, when we were

searching deeper than deep. you know,

you know what’s up. don’t play.

you knew eye was too radical for you.

too raw for you. too celestial.

it’s a good thing you kept your distance.

it’s a good thing i kept mine. knew

the right time would never come.

would never find its way. it’s too bad

the good thing is we

had a good thing going.

kept good shit flowing

’til the very end. til

shit started to get too real.

you know it’s too bad

you say you’ve moved on

but you’re still writing about me.

still waiting for the right time.

you know shit real.

you know shit real

when you ask the sun

when you ask the moon

when you pray to the stars

about me..

lemme ask you—

what is it about me?

when’s the last time

you gave yourself

the flowers you deserve?

get lucky

you will never find

another like me.

not another day

not another year

not another time.

not any life but this one.

let’s talk about

limitless and infinite

let’s talk about

trauma bonds

let’s talk about

bonding over

pain or all the work

it took to get here.

you still let me

down in the process.

you still overlooked me.

lied to my face

about other bitches

and what y’all said

between each other.

about how long

you’ve known each other.

lied to my face

about your feelings.

i guess that’s the

real kind of love

what that is they say?

you not in real love

if you don’t lie to protect

your loved ones’ feelings?

i never understood ’til now.

but i could still

never trust you for it.

and i still could

never leave you

for it neither.

this here is a different

story of love to tell.

i love you in places

i’ve never loved myself.

i love you in places

i could never love myself.

you will never find

another like me.

not another day

not another year

not another time.

not any life but this one.

envy

watch how quick

people switch on you

when they start

to feel threatened.

saying grace

it’s a good day

to move on

good luck

and good

riddance.

sunday blues

it’s been a month

since i’ve written.

i’ve been hitting

blank after blanks.

it’s 9 in the morning,

i decide i’ll take

a shower now.

i’ll cleanse this

feeling away. that’s

what you’d want.

i can hear your voice,

louder now—than ever.

i can hear you say,

“little girl. don’t play with me.”

you knew

my power

before i did.

you loved me deep

you made me

feel everything.