Had Enough of This

There was something about you that made me come back

every single time after we got done arguing.

It was not your looks.

There are plenty of women that I know

Who are a ten or above.

Even so, looks are not all that I go for.

Still, I continued to stay.

Here is why.

My heart leapt from out of my chest and fused into yours.

You showed me a way to become whole

And have passion for the world.

Your personality and your intelligence—

Somehow, they must have partnered up

And made a stealthy, majestic combination.

You were extremely down-to-earth

I would have thought your roots

Reached maturity and sprouted fruits of wisdom.

You were someone to easily conversate with.

You had a knowledge for the universe

That deepened like the earth’s core.

But, but, but…

I had this other side of me.

A side that I struggled to conceal.

It was like a soul trapped into an urn without a seal.

Unfortunately, with every string that you pulled—

This side incessantly showed.

A side that has become fed up with your accusations of cheating.

You know I would never do that to you.

Baby, we locked for a lifetime.

Why would I pass you up like those fake ass spam calls offering me

a free vacation to Jamaica or a ten million dollar check,

saying “Sir, this is not a scam! Totally legit! We just need your credit card number!”

Now, why would I commit such an atrocity—

For part-time pussy?

What can another woman do for me—

That you haven’t already done?

Speaking of cheating, why must you go up in my phone?

Do you not trust me?

Do you not believe in our bond?

That is our word!

How about you?

Let’s see yours!

This is a side of mine—

A side that can no longer take

The niggas, bitches, and assholes you call him.

A side that can no longer stand

Getting blocked on every

social media platform.

You must be feeling that petty—

Cuz’ you do it at will.

I can sit here and crack jokes

Yet, you take them literally.

Your inner hatred for yourself has poisoned you.

What scars are you harboring?

Whatever they may be, look around you!

Those fucking scars are turning you against those you built relationships with.

Why must you give me a shoulder—

Icier than polar caps?

I love you more than Homer loves Marge

Or Peter loves Lois.

This is starting to kill me.

You make me wanna leave now.

Maybe someone else would appreciate me.

You are reflecting your thoughts—

right in the shadows of your audacity.

Your change in tones gives off a sign.

A sign that you are no longer bothered.

Maybe, just maybe…

I am too late.

I have no way to forge a path into your spirit anymore.

Damn, girl—

What?

Seriously?

Now, I can’t even touch you no more?