What You Got Left

I would rather make love
Than start a war
Because I wanna be happy
I don’t want you mad at me
You can stay right
I’ll keep being wrong
Not trying to be single
I don’t wanna see you mingle

It’s times like this I should have paid attention
Got off the video game with friends
Treated you with acknowledgements
We’ve been here too long as a couple
When I should be your husband
You never ask for nothing
Is it still too late for regrets
We still be havin sex
But I’m wondering what’s next
What you got left?

Can we at least pretend we’re dating
Those new guys blow your phone up
I know they’re itchin
For that first fuck
Tuning me out like I did to you
It’s not fun playin this way
I’ve got a lot to say
But you keep walking away

It’s times like this I should have paid attention
Got off the video game with friends
Treated you with acknowledgements
We’ve been here too long as a couple
When I should be your husband
You never ask for nothing
Is it still too late for regrets
We still be havin sex
But I’m wondering what’s next
What you got left?

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I will be going into a deeper lane of love poems. Bare with me. Love goes a lot further than any of you would believe.

#Missing Pages

Simple and Beautiful

Simple and beautiful
I knew you this way
So beautiful
But it might be a phase
I could see you next week
And not feel the same
Beauty so simple
Attached to a girl
Who might be complicated
I welcome her attitude
I wouldn’t hate it
You’re just trying to be understood
And I just want to understand you
You go to class and back
Not talking to anyone
With beauty leaving smoke trails
There’s fire in your walk
Dressing so casual
Everything is without effort
Books in one hand
With a small purse in the other
I’m right here where you left me
The day that I seen you
You kept walking
While I stayed on stuck
in the same spot that you left me
Hoping you’d take this same route again
One day I’ll tell you
That I saw you first
You just didn’t see me

Carnage

I’ve been waiting on this
To tell you off in a paragraph
Before you became missed
25 and I still reminisce
About a mother whose independent
Section eight apartments
And a daycare to begin with
People hate on you
But that ain’t me
Whenever I say something about you
I make sure it’s in a direction you can see
Critism is a bitch
when you ain’t ask for it
SSI is a hustle now
And you brag for it
Pack ya bags for it
I’m not crazy enough for it
With bottles of alcohol across your room
I moved out when I was nineteen
I think it was too soon
Because you fell apart without your oldest son there
Putting on this persona
Like you ain’t never care
I’m just too through with playing nice
Warm as fresh Kool aid
When you cold as ice
If you ain’t pop Percocets
You would probably smoke spice
Because weed don’t numb the pain
And coke is too expensive to gain
When rent is too high
Higher than you wanna be
Your 3rd son
Is a power wanna be
And I can’t tell or see
Who his real father is
But he ain’t a G
He ain’t from the seven-fo
Hiding all these years
And you would have never told
We would have never known
If foster family ain’t tell the truth
Your husband fell back
But you still moved