I didn't want to write poetry tonight.
But that phrase "Shit on my mind..."
Let's see where it takes us, shall we?
Baby I've got
some shit on my mind.
not talking much.
Because I've got shit on my mind.
Not a reflection on you
I remember saying that
none of this was personal but
Just not for you.
I've just got some shit on my mind.
Hm...that was ok.
Shit. Mind. You. Can. Would. Talk.
I'm about to be sick of your shit.
I swear to God I'm on the path to losing my mind.
Too early in the morning for this nonsense. Can
you just chill? I know we need to talk
and I would
if it wasn't for you
and the way you're always talking
increasing amounts of shit.
Maybe instead of me yelling at you
we could get somewhere. Anywhere would
be better than here. Get back to me when you can.
I've got some shit on my mind.
I can't take
no more of this arguing shit.
We're supposed to be adults but we can't
even sit down together. You said you would
try to fix this mess but your
schedule does not permit. But I don't mind.
Just know though, that I've got other shit
going on. My world cannot
afford to revolve around what could
have been the one real. But I know you don't mind.
Heard about you taking
that yellow bitch to lunch. She can have you.
No, really. I don't mind.
Even take your time.
I've already had my talk
with you. You can
get your shit
on Thursday. I won't
be there but...
my new man will.
*pats self on back*
Interesting concept. Needs work.
But then again...who doesn't?