No Adhesive to fix my Heart
I gave him my heart to keep
I let him do whatever he pleased.
He kept it secure and tight
He kept it at his side all night.
How could you return a gift so precious
something from me and now you think its hectic.
Instead of giving me back my heart whole
You ripped it and returned it ,my very soul.
It hurts to know the tape you used to mend your heart just fell apart.
Or the glue you used was toxic and made your sick and nauseous.
It’s even worse when the staple pricks you and the stitches somehow sliced you.
No adhesive could get the job done.
So I’m sitting here melting in the sun.
Just hoping the next time to remember what I learned.
NO LOVE
Justin Timberlake is that guy who wooed you by being the only White boy you knew who listened to Shai and carried a can of Murray’s pomade in his backpack. He hung out with the basketball players and even referred to you as his “boo” in front of his friends. You made out every chance you got…he had moves and rhythm and whispered in your ear about the beautiful interracial babies you’d make……until the day his mom picked him up after school, saw you holding hands and he mumbled something about ”my friend” before jumping in the car and fleeing the scene. Now he’s suddenly hanging out with the soccer players and avoiding direct eye contact with you in the halls. But everyone thinks he’s wicked cool because he’s got a bit of swagger and he used to have ethnic friends.
He will be dead to me forever for the way he played Janet.
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