Misdirected Energy with Consequence
A Breakup Poem
Icing one eye
another night.
No bruises some scars
Still maintaining site.
The emotional kinda wounds
Not feeling right.
Introduced him to the lifestyle
And he took flight.
Coulda brought it home
Woulda flown a kite.
Too focused on that shiny new
Baby, you say to me… Wheeeeww.
Saw another mans penis
It was hugeee.
Asked some questions
Snacked in the nude.
Loved a woman
Said she saw you.
Plenty will if only
You knew.
Shoulda flown home
P.I.C. to the rescue.
All I wanted was for you to
Come through with that new new.
Energy.
Energy.
Honey, please.
This ain’t for you to see.
Debriefing future is key.
Was gonna give you centuries.
Now it’s down to moments
Please.
Shut your mouth it’s getting
Hard to breathe.
No more pretty words
No more pretty words
Done with pretty words.
Oh yes done with pretty words.
Tattoo of a bird
No more pretty words.
Love who you want, fuck who you will.
I ain’t your teacher
Step up and shed the shit
Not a sermon, not a preacher.
Take your head out of the speaker.
Ask questions to the other leader.
I Said ride or die you said see you later.
I took the stairs you took the escalator.
I wanted to chat but you were on tour.
Talking to any lure.
Lucky I like her.
Don’t excuse your behavior.
Gotta protect self.
Your white lies like gun powder.
Gotta protect self.
Those little lies getting sour.
Gotta protect self.
Defense and tears at every hour.
Gotta protect self.
Neglecting soul dreaming of power.
Maybe we can reconnect in another lifetime.
Say goodbye, part ways, separate climb.
We’re on different paths, white lies are slime.
I’m into love, honesty, always a good rhyme.
Let’s reconvene, another time.
Friends is the demotion.
Anything more would be a fantasy potion.
Too much away will cause a commotion.
For now the best answer is
Demotion.
Eyes swollen from the oceans.
Leaking begging never gloating.
Wondering how this ship is still floating.
Wait it’s not... corroding.
Underwater this ship is going.
No more passenger it’s toting.
That’s enough about boating.
Shits over.. time to start glowing.
Peace out fathaafucka, you snoring.
Was a fun run, memories storing.
Put em on a shelf, they boring.
Bouta start life — goodnight.
Today was the last G’mornin.
