Burned by the poet

The Poet from the B
Showed me love like no other, but also had a bad temper
He was an arrogant mf but had a brain like a college kid with a degree
If he ever reads this, just hope he knows,
That his inner circle was never what it showed
If he knew how he got duped by those he claimed close
I would probably get a real apology out of him but who knows
I wish he knew the truth but its from my lips to god’s ears
If he only knew that the love i held for him was true and dear
That smile and voice always got me, even in the music he played for me
I can remember everything we did in secret, he built my addiction and fed me my fix
With only his lips, because it all started with a kiss
But none of it could replace the pain he caused in the end of it

We would lay up and talk all night and day,
He calmed my fears, nightmares and gave me sweet dreams
And the promise of seeing him the next day
I poured my heart out, made sure not to deceive him, but in the end
He chose to believe others who fed him lies
I will never forget laying on chest, falling asleep in his arms,
Listening to his heart beat
I was there in so many ways that he didnt let anyone else be
I sat next to him in silence at the times he grieved, gave him a piece of mind…
Well at least thats what he told me
I knew somewhere it wouldnt last forever but be damned if i didnt hold on
But lived with the regret, wishing i had known better


Soo shout out to the Poet from the B…
Thank you for showing me the true definition of a crooked smile..you know
The one you always wear…