Have you ever been so fed up about someone or something constantly hurting you? (Hell Yeah)
They eat, sleep, breathe hurt onto others.
Some people can tolerate it, others can't, and some are too blind to see that they are getting hurt. Then you have people like me; who had a mixture of all three.
As a person who dealt with this, it is draining and can cause your mental health to go down in a spiral in the blink of an eye. But to be real, giving up is weak but showcasing your weakness with boldness is powerful and makes you stronger.
Then, when you gain that strength, you look back and realize that you were and still are more than enough. In the words of Bryson Tiller, “I’m back, and I’m better,” and life is beautiful.
“You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.” - Maya Angelou, Still I Rise, 1978
This poem is a continuation of my previous poem, 988.
Stay Blessed
Dear 988,
To say this to you as lightly as possible
You really are a piece of Sugar Honey Iced Tea
But I can't taste how sweet you are anymore
Only bitterness lies on my tongue now
When you try to consume me
And it's funny because
It's Supposed to be my Job to Consume you.
Drinking you for the First time
Put me in a sugar high
making me intoxicated
There I was, delirious
Thinking
"This is normal; I'll be fine."
I made you my Happy Place
I Invited you in
My Comfort Space
I set up a table for just me and you
You were my muse
I refused to let anyone or anything to keep us
Separate
But as time went on with your company
This broken record question
Kept hitting me rapidly
Why is my Smile So radiating Outwardly
But Internally none of the gears are Shifting?
988
I would like for you to Answer this truthfully
This may be hard for you
Presumably
Because lying is the only thing
That is painted in your masterpiece
Masking so many souls
To have fake identities
When all they are trying to do in life is
Master peace
988
I am not sorry for letting you go
I don’t miss your presence
You’re not my happy place
And, of course, like you always do
You’re going to go on and find your next soulmate
Fill their heads with so many lies
Tell them that they’re beautiful whenever they cry
And your final favorite act is to tell them
“Just kiss the world goodbye.”
You're always plotting
Waiting
Anticipating
To see a demise
988
You really are a piece of S.H.I.T
Pardon my French; the acronym for that is
“Sugar Honey Iced Tea”
An addicting drug
Trying to consume the weak
But your consumption didn’t get a lick of me
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