Weren't suppose to read my note pad
poem by:
D'Vina
Written
on Jun 29, 2021
I'm really bout to break this stupid fucking shit
Too much is going on with Draven to just sit
Talking through poems and reading letters
I'm done with all this, I just want him better
I love you, I said I do.
You do too.
But in st Louis it doesn't matter
It doesn't transfer
And that is their concerns
I don't know what to do with these terms
My lady is only removing one
I told her if he proves he is fun
That he can be gentle, talk to somebody
What can we do, anything, for baby
Teamwork is what has to happen
I'm still scared of all the snapping
I don't want to be bruised
I don't want to be used.
If I remove that wall from me
What am I gonna see?
But if it helps for Draven
It can all be ok again
I need to get over the trauma
Let go of the drama
Draven needs both present
There's no room for resent
I'm still processing that pain
I'm sorry again and again.
It is going to take time
For me to be fine
If I have to take it off me as well
Please please, no more hell.
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