the journey

On March 14, 2017
a poem by [journey]

He left me before I was even born.
Do you even look at me and think about the heart you’ve torn?
Do you think about anything you’ve ever done.
Nah, cause that ain’t you.
What you would do is this—
I’m gonna say it in a way so you can get the gist.
I’m gonna say it in a way so you can understand
how it felt for me not to have a man to hold my hand,
how you up and left, grabbed all your stuff—
it shouldn’t be that easy, man.
I just want you to know you missed a lot,
been crying so much my eyes are bloodshot.
I hit you up. I call you. I text.
I try and I cry and it’s like you don’t care.
But when I saw you, I swear
it couldn’t have been better,
but I want to talk to you,
might as well send you a letter
cause you never respond and that’s just whack.

Wanna make up, then break up,
show fake love, that’s what’s up.
Everything that I’ve been through with you,
you ain’t been there. Just own up.

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