Junior

"Princess, my princess that's what you are."

The first words you said to me when we first meant.

You were charming, caring, loving.

You had the whole packet.

Everything that I was looking for.

The dates, the text messages, the phones call,

Were amazing.

Everything a girl could dream of.

You stoled my heart.

"Be mines, be mines forever! Be my girlfriend".

Of course I couldn't turn you down.

Why second guess a guy like you.

You showed me something I thought no other boy could.

You cared.

You loved.

You loved hard.

Too hard.

"WHERE ARE YOU!"

"I'm at my friends house not too far from you."

"COME OUTSIDE!"

"SO YOU REALLY GONNA PLAY WITH ME? WHY ARE YOU WEARING THAT?!"

"Wearing what?"

"THOSE SHORTS! YOU COULD SEE YOUR WHOLE VAGINA PRINT. STOP PLAYING WITH ME MY N*GGA!"

Your text messages,

Your phone calls,

Your hugs,

Your appearance,

Everything started to seem so aggressive, so controlling, so not you.

Not that person I met that night.

You wasn't the same anymore.

You wasn't my Prince Charming.

You were someone who I became afarid of.

Love me?

You say you love me?

You're hurting me.

You're pushing me away.

You're losing me.

You're losing yourself.

Junior.

J Balla is what the boys called you on the block,

But Junior was someone I knew personally.

Junior.

You changed.

Junior.

You hurt me

Junior.

You disrespected me.

Junior.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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