I kept forgetting the name of your brand new daughter,
on purpose or by accident,
The pain radiates through the center of my heart.
You called to announce your engagement to her mother and have cordially invited me to the ceremony plus one. And I shattered like a porcelain doll beneath the weight of a bowling ball. And I lost it.
You texted and you called and confessed your sins and your regrets. And I… We… We…
Weeks passed, heart spider cracking more by the day, I’ve learned to live without breathing.
You texted and called and stopped by and talked about everything. And then we slept apart. And we kind of kissed. And we kind of hugged and you kind of wanted to call the whole thing off.
I felt the bowling ball raise, as though there were an invisible crane, and lower halfway across town. On to her heart. And you drove to strangle her heart and all i could think of was how happy I was going to be.
Black nerd shit…
There’s something dope about finding yourself. It’s powerful. It’s like better than finding a soul-mate. It’s finding your soul. Period.