Take a puff.
Pass it on.
Blaze it up
While I burn alone.
Patronize my insecurities
All you like
But,
I can look you
In your eyes
And tell
That there is reason for all my concerns.
I wouldn’t be opening a can of worms
If I didn’t feel
That there was something to reel in.
I know the feeling
Of an approaching cold front.
Wrap me in sarcasm
All you want.
If there were nothing to hide,
Why do you get so defensive
When I ask about certain likes?
IG is going to be the reason
You meet an early grave, mister.
But,
Go on and chew on the attention.
Digest the confirmation
That you seem to need.
Just know
That I won’t leave the table
In peace.
Dirty dishes are the last things
That are going to have you
Rolling up your sleeves.
Copyright 2020 by Kentrell Blanche