I’m making $1,800 a week untop of my monthly checks I get from my publishing company, and I’m still not happy.
Nigga I’m making so much money. What the fuck.
you remember what it was like to love?
i used to write poems on your scalp as i played with your hair,
you’d sleep like a child waiting to dream,
you were naive, the soul of a golden star
i was once a star too, now i’m a black hole
that’s probably why i sucked the life out you
sorry, but at least i left a rain check
and you created this persona with it,
you became dignified in the ways of love
seeking compassion with a heart of valor.
congratulations.
you found yourself, and i found me too.
salute,
to the days that are forgotten and memories that are broken
for a love that was never dignified, but controlled by systematic matters and locks upon our souls
