Left him on Read.
I bet
All he wanted was some head.
I bet he was high off of the meds.
He only calls my phone
When he’s had
More than a dose.
I’m probably
The only one or his hoes
That can host.
But,
That doesn’t mean
That I have space
For his baggage.
I’m not making room
If I can’t have the entire package.
I hate the idea
Of loving him from afar
But,
’s never right
When I allow him
To get too close to my heart.
Copyright 2020 by Kentrell Blanche