Taken back by the nostalgia of the bitter sweet ending of us.
I know we both probably hoped we would hurt a little, but we both seem happy.
Perhaps I should have “learned a lesson” but even after all this time, the truth still evades me
Unsure of where the “WE” and “US” went wrong
Why did the blowing of kisses turn to blows in the kisser;
Why did our pride in love, turn to a love of pride
Could you have stopped if you wanted too?
Me neither….
I tried, I screamed so loud it was heard inside and out.
I dug my feet in and leaned back, hoping reality would grow tired and let go instead of me.
But now you are with her and the fact of the matter is “She isnt Me”
She could never be…
Listen to the spoken word of this blog: https://anchor.fm/junkdredz/episodes/Poetry-Break-She-Isnt-Me-e1ipp3p
Some Dope Black Girl Writes.. 