I drink, 
I think of you,
I want you next to me, 
I drink.

I fall asleep, 
I dream of you in ways I wish you were,
I wake up, 
I drink.

I go to work, 
I get off, 
I start the whole cycle again…..

I’m not gonna write you a love song ‘cause you asked for it or your black ass needs one.

I can’t tell you how tired I am of my mind entertaining you.
Not just my mind, but my heart, my hands, my lips, 
shit, my entire soul.
It lives for you for whatever reason.
It’s not like you give it life or anything.

Lifeless as shit, lazily crawling around my mind
while poking my hearts in efforts to keep your presence relevant.
I have to let you go.  

We all deserve Happiness.
We all deserve Joy.

I’m too much of a cheerleader for a person who isn’t even playing their position good enough to deserve the praise.

Wait……. Zoe Saldaña’s a lesbian? 👀👀👀👀👀👀

I need to find peace.
Preferably in something that doesn’t involve
drinking, rolling, or being high. 

I want peace in it’s purist form….
I know it’s possible.