Art

Art is still art when the museum is closed.

So why do you bargain with him and his hoes?

There's a thin line between logic and emotions.

But I see the love you got for him is still potent.

It's sturdy enough for you to lust for his touch.

And thick enough for you to remain one in his bunch.

She said,” that's my dick so you better behave it”.

You got him fucked up cause he doesn't do favorites.

“Can we talk?”

Sure, want a drink?

“Sure.

Idk what’s wrong with me.

I just always pick the wrong boys.”

Your drinking sad.

Cry if you need to.

Pick ya self because you need you.

Tell me what dating ya ex was like.

Does he remind you of him?

“What was dating my ex like?

You know that feeling when you trip but you catch yourself before you fall? Well, I fell.

In love with a piece of concrete. There was no love or peace on our street.

Face first and it hurt, everywhere.

Mind, body, and soul.

I'm not sure why the lies sounded so.. interesting.

Looking back at it, I don’t know why I was even into him. My ex made my worst enemy myself. If Cinderella shoe fit perfectly, why did it fall off when she ran?

And why these niggas treat me like they don’t give a damn? Why can’t I just find someone who’s voice makes me calm and wet? Instead of speak lies and get me upset. Why can’t they quit playing with me, like I ain’t me? *Ughhh* Can I have another drink?”

No problem mama, it’s Wine O’ clock.

So just know I'll keep pouring until you say stop.