Don’t worry about responding pt.2

-Advice from a “roasted & toasted boss ass bitch”

Hello all! This next part was inspired by an amazing friend and mentor/ supervisor/ friend. She is such an amazing human and she helped me through some hard times. She honestly taught me so much about social work and I can never repay her for how amazingly amazing her impact on my life has been.

Don’t worry about responding pt. 1

I think you like that I don’t feel fine

I know you like breaking my heart

Because then you’ll know i really loved you

I think you’ll like those messages i sent

Because you know that someone thinks of you

But all that silence that i met with words

I didn’t get it but now I do

You like making me wonder if you think of me

Maybe its the only way you can hurt me

After all i took care of you so well

There’s nothing bad you can really say about me

I wrote you a goodbye letter

My therapist really liked it

I never sent it because I doubt you would respond

Your words seem to fail you when it comes to me

A writer that can’t even write a letter

It’s kinda funny to call yourself a writer after that

I like to think writing is a sort of truth

I guess maybe your living in a lie

I hope you hate Orlando more now that I’m here

I hope you go to bed at night knowing you had someone

Someone who would move states for you

Someone who spent months choosing you

And you lost her

Or maybe you didn’t have what it takes to keep her

Don’t worry about responding pt. 2

Advice from a “roasted & toasted boss ass bitch”

I’m curious

How much do you hate me

Or do you still love me

Doubt it

Or do you treat everyone you love like

this

Well

Whenever I think of calling you

I think

I’ll do you like you do me

And that makes the answer so easy

I was talking to a friend about you

About how I wish you were ugly

Do you know what she said?

Doubt it

It’s simple

She told me

“They didn’t treat you like an angel baby queen

they are ugly “

And i treated you so well

So what does that say about me

Precious is not a fetish

It’s a standard

That you fail to grasp

Not valuing sacrifices

Is such a red flag

So I’m sitting in a grocery store

Knowing i couldn’t give you more

Because i gave you the best

And I ain’t trying to be poor

When you think about me

It must be frustrating

Trying to think of something mean

I guess it’s kinda sad

That you can’t say anything bad

“She was too supportive

There for all of my shit moments”

Or maybe you say nothing

Because the truth leaves you

Embarrassed