ya hand is delt with to many Queens
and I’m not up for the gamble
especially when I know for sure I’m the winning hand

not finished just sitting here so I’ll share

my heart feels like a broken juke box that keeps playing that same old sad blues tune
U scooped up my heart with your mental spoon
I looked up to the stars and prayed for you, “U know way up past the moon”
I thought at least I found my homie for life, my goon
I let my soul open up, he then choose to turn his back like a ****
I still remember that conversation we had a little before noon
it made u get not want to call and let go way too soon
U left my heart to bleed dry and shrink like a prune......
days are no longer filled with smiles of sunshine just dark teary days filled with nothing but gloom
for once I don’t feel like SHOPPING I rather stare at the walls and day dream in my room
I just wasn’t enough is what I’m left to assume
U would think because of the things I’ve been through feelings of being broken shouldn’t happen I should be immune
***** wake up **** that man that was now a couple of months ago it’s Now June

It happened again
I can’t even go to the bank to visit my dear friend
what cause this pain??  
to make me feel so ashamed
that every time I see u I loose my pride
I ran back through those metal door so fast I just needed somewhere to run and hide
thank God that as soon as I walked out the door Walgreens is right on the side

p.s.
One day the thought of you won’t hurt and I’ll be able to face you but until then
your number is still stored in my phone as
Mr. Forget Me Not
the dude I used to love talking to way back when

when a poet falls in love with you
you can never die
they will notice the way
you rub your palms and look down
when someone is angry at you
and the way you smirk
as you pull away from a kiss

they will notice how you can't sleep
without your body touching someone else's
how you never crease any pages of books
and how you close your eyes when you dance in your kitchen
with your record player on

they will find all of the words
that they see you as
and turn them into something beautiful

people say you die twice
once when you stop breathing
and when someone says your name
for the last time

if you fall in love with a poet
they will never stop
mentioning your name
you will be alive
for eternity