Poetry & Self-Awareness

The b**ch is dead
All her pain was left unsaid
You left all her messages on read
Went out to party with other females instead
Your toxic energy, all over her body it spread
She loved you dearly, but you consumed her love as a threat
Her energy you always misread
She needed to leave you to get ahead
Too often you got in her head
So, she stayed all day in bed
Tears of blood she almost bled
She got tired of her sweet energy being unread
You’re wondering why her love now is such a dread
You killed her love, she got tired, the b**ch is dead 

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