Poetry & Self-Awareness

Come here and take a seat

Let me greet you, it was nice to meet you

Some days you hurt me really badly and I couldn’t eat

I would get sad at the memories of you massaging my feet

But I also think about the days I needed you and you left me alone to hit the streets

Sometimes you were sweet, but they weren’t always nice treats

Sometimes it felt like you were trying to compete

Sometimes it seemed like you didn’t care and you weren’t discreet

My mind took a retreat

Can you take the heat?

Because I’m telling you on repeat

That I don’t need you to feel complete