"fboy" poems
when i’m with you i feel like im on cloud nine
you’re the only one that understood things weren’t fine
you told me i was special
uh huh
yeah, right
special as in like the 20 other girls you talk to
every night
i came in innocent and naive
thinking that you would actually
put in some effort at least
to get closer with me
but no, hell no
you put all those hoes
right in front of me
i was your priority
and now i’m your last
what happened to our past
our bonds and memories
apparently mean nothing?
you know what? i’m sorry
i’m sorry that i wasn’t enough to be
the one that you said you’ll value for eternity
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
Aren't you sick of this game?
Every few weeks, another one
Playing us like we're toys
Broken, bored, next
'I'm thinking of you' he says
What ******** if you want
The attention you deserve
You shouldn't spread yourself out
Neither should you constantly
Switch, change, move
It's stupid and frankly,
You're an fboy in my book
Because of you, my walls are
Up, thank you so very much
And it's not even me you're asking for
You're asking for my opinion
On my friend, who does that?
You, that's who.
Instead of entertaining your
Conversations, I'm switching it up
Don't come back unless you want
To talk to me for me, and not my opinion
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC