You mad I don’t ever want you back?
You see me shining bright.
And all you can think about, is snuffing out my light.
You had no good redeeming qualities.
Just a washed up, drugged out, old news commodity.
Even if I was starving, I wouldn’t split bread with a thief.
Tried to steal my shine away from me.
Just so you can pretend to look for it, like some heroic almighty.
You forgot I was raised by the streets.
I never trusted you as far as my arms could reach.
While you had one hand pretending to help me seek.
Your other was always riding up somewhere on my body.
Sleeping next to you became agonizing and daunting.
My eyes would be sore come sunrise.
All from trying to stay awake, to prevent you from taking away my consent, and having your way with me while I slept.
You never had permission to touch me when I wasn’t aware of what was happening.
Then you got insulted when I put an end to things.
Thought your crazy act was going to scare or manipulate me to let you come back into my life, willingly?
Silly boy, I have said and done worse to myself.
Even so the things you said, I won’t repeat to anyone else.
You are chum, no nerve. just fat trash.
Just to give you further context on that, in case you cant see, this is my last piece about a wicked disgusting light thief.
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