When I met her I gave her my all
I even put extras on it
I did all the proper etiquettes
Opening the car door
Pulling out her chair
Giving her the sweater off my back
Freezing happliy while she warmed up
To evil intentions

I did this until she stopped caring
Continueing to make an azz
out of myself by doing these things
Unhappily

We even went to church
Believe it or not
She joined the choir
Such a lovely voice
She could sing like no other
Saint that is
Her voice did not match her heart
Her heart faded from red to pink
From pink drastically turned purple
Purple blackening to the color of smoke
Coat-tailed by wicked aspirations
Covered in infedility
Smelling like other colognes
Stinking worse then a whore
Because atleast whores get paid
What happen

I gave her a hand when she needed it
I put my best foot forward
Leaning in to give her
bear hugs with bare hugs
The best fux
All eyes on her
I treated her like a queen
Making a jester out of myself
In our palace
Not a home
Just a house

I lent her my ear
When she wanted to talk
I was always there for her
The same old me
The one you could trust
The one that made ant mounds
Out of mountains
Without kicking up the dirt

I was exclusive to her
Something to cherish
I was Mr. Right
In the wrong marriage

She scratched me
Bit me
Drew blood
Like a cat
Killed by another word for Curiousity

That is what happen
She was a virgin
Up until twenty
That was ten years ago
When I used to leave her floored
Until one day she got bored

B
O
R
E
D

She said
She wanted something more
New in life
Meaning
Less safety
More danger
Messing around with a stranger
Found something she did not need
When she left me
She got an

S
T
D

I thought I gave her everything
I even gave her a piece of mind
The only piece left
After losing my head

Now I am thoughtless
Heartless
Alone

Drawing strength
From every poem

Feeling like Mr. Potato Head
With a little junk in my trunk

Buck up butter cup, your never alone God and your jsh friends are always here.
And the rught lady is out there for you!!!
Nice write~!!!

thoughtless nope
heartless nope
mr potatoehead n/a
alone nope
creative yep
junk in your trunk ? i need to see your trunk

Sweet J, you are never a fool if you have freely given Love

Sharris once told me I have many layers to my writing. This being one of them the junk in my trunk is referring to the mutually collected junk I have with the ex I need to get rid of. That was the inspiration for this poem.

My booty is not getting any bigger that I am aware of.

It was a vent write. One of those ones where you are not really mad but it feels so good to just get the words out the chest.

With that imagination of yours that's got to occupy some of your thoughts. Giving all for love means you were able to- which is great. Some can't achieve that. Now you just have to find the right one that will take you love and return it to you the right way.