Being single is cool … until you hear the whispers in the wind
Being single is fun.. until the bar closes and the shots wear off
Just another boy under sheets drowning in the memories of thoughts
It was Nathan who lingered with Paul Mitchell hair shampoo
It was Chris who snuck me in his moms house after hours
It was Harrison who drove with the wind in his hair
It Nicholas my perfect little punching bag.
I wish the tears came to keep me company
But all I have is Oreos & milk sitting at a acute angle like a little ***
And what drags the most was nick…
The taste of toxic love and good tips
Making eggs with a flaccid *****
Tovivid but vividly finding myself sinking so quick
The **** that I was for the way he talked to me like I didn’t exist
And then holding me tight just show me I was his
I’m sorry if I sound broken cause I thought we were fixed
Astrology said a Taurus and cancer was it
And now as I dip my Oreo in this white milk
I bury my head under the covers
Remembering the brown skin boy who touch was like silk.