When You love a F**kboy. Pt.1

When you love a F**kboy. Pt.1

Small moments turn into ideas of tall

lifetimes. Morning kisses on the shoulder. Degrees heightened by a simple touch from quick hands. I can feel Cool Fingertips on my scalp. Massaging the immediate stress away. Mediocre strokes the middle of me. When you penetrate.

The morning after–is thick syrup stuck

between my fingers and thighs.

Heightened cluelessness humidifies the recycled air and it lingers

over the layers of us.

Because the last time was supposed

to be the last time. But this time

will be different because I’m grown now and my view of you has. Evolved.

It was too many good moments for us. So I knew it was time. Though

I still couldn’t prepare for your departure, I convinced myself

of its validity.

I told myself I didn’t need you. I only wanted you for

one thing. We were just having fun

cus that’s how we were.

Eventually comes the

missed calls.

Ignored texts.

Nonchalant responses.

Disappearing acts.

Again, Abandoning me so

dormant emotions like old glasses cloud my

view, disengaging my discernment.

In present time now

it’s been months since…

and you’re out of my life for good

this time. Because our last time held the final

moments of my life that I’m willing to give.

You.

I’ve grown from that, plus I have a new

friend now.

I was just fine

until you intruded back into my life. Atleast,

that’s what I believed.

But Your new scent permeates my couch, my walls, my carpet. My air. Suffocating

me with nostalgic feelings mixed with hope for the future. Your smile corrupts

my ideas of abstinence. Until the familiar loneliness

lands upon my consciousness.

-Nyque B.

Until next time.

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8 thoughts on “When You love a F**kboy. Pt.1”

Great poem as well as the use of metaphors. At first I thought this would be a male bashing poem full of profanity but that was totally the opposite. It smoothly took you to a place of “I've been there”, so again great poem

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I love it! It took me to a familiar place that i would never go back to. Reminds me of how much I've grown and hopefully it'll do the same for others as well.

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