Funny how
Thrills come and go.
6 months in
And I still feel
Like your {🦋}
I know
You had your situation
But,
The stipulation
Was that
I’d be the wife
And she’d be
“Up out your life”
Yet,
Here I am
Flippin through bridal magazines
All alone
On the sofa
While you’re somewhere
Drippin in your Fashion Nova.
I should’ve never
Let you use my account.
Lord knows
I should get my {ðŸ}
Out of the house.
But,
This pink moscato
Has me convinced
That you’re in it to win it.
“Yes. He’ll be home in a minute.”
That’s what I told myself
As if I didn’t smell the {🌴}
On your breath
When you said goodbye.
Who knows
How low you go
When you’re high.
Who knows
What I would see
If I didn’t cover my eyes.
But sometimes,
I feel
That being out of the know
Is better for the soul.
Yes.
The truth
Is only for the strongest.
And how can I be
Anything but weak
When your {🕶} is the longest?
How can I be
Anything but out of my mind
When you don’t need
The stars to be aligned
To send me
Soaring past Uranus?
Blasting off is amazing.
I just wish
You would stick around
Long enough
To sustain us.
Copyright 2020 by Kentrell Blanche