Scrolling through my phone and all I see is us, thought I deleted everything but I guess I ain’t deleted enough, I made a poem about you it called “growth”, and got on snap and noticed you being happy, it’s been hard for me to smile after clashing, and I thought that I would better after I let you verbally bash me, yea I messed up and I tried to work through it, I know you said you gave me time, but you also said that you’ll help me work though it, See I’ve got problems like you got problems but I tried to speak on em, we fix one thing then here another one and you started taking all that past pain like building blocks just to build on it, you say you let it go, but kept it hidden like a bad secret, skeletons in the closet is rotten, and the creases of you mind I hear your pain speaking, but everytime I looked you in your eyes, I see that scared little girl screaming, see you grown like I’m grown, but yet we still growing, I got words inside my head, that once read cannot be spoken, see ima musician by day but at night ima poet, but I realized something when you get hurt, yea you get mad, sometimes cry, but leave subliminal messages in quotes when you post it, but see you blocced me when I tried to reach out and I tried to talk to you, I tried to fix what I messed up but now im starting to feel like if I actually got that chance again then there goes another issue, I loved you to death so when you left ngl I did miss you, I thought about crying but my tears wouldn’t come out on the tissue, but It came out in words, I typed it out the same way you draw just using a different utensil, Ima a technological guy, you’re a women with pen, pad, markers, and pencil, we in two different worlds, but in some way we still have a similar visual, I tried to change my ways but you act like you ain’t notice, so everything I gave up, I felt like I gave it for nothing, the drinking, gaming and smoking, girl I got over all of it, put down my sinful potion, but it’s like at the same time, in some weird way, you became my poison, I stopped hanging wit the guys like we used to, ain’t been playing the game cause I was focused on what’s gone be our next move, but it’s like we both was on the same plane, but it’s split into two groups, so it’s hard to see when one of us always seeing through the same lens but coming out wit a different view
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