Can I get a beat to figure out how I feel, universe?
My mother burned her wedding dress. It's the nights I cannot forget. Such fallacies bury my mind, suffice it to say. It's the way he looked when he first saw me. It's the sex he slipped into my coffee. It's the way your collarbone looks in the shadows. It's how I felt you so much today.
Like Viola Davis said “You DEFINE YOU!” Not ashy ass niggas on social media, self hate ass nigga, nor niggas whose trying to project their low self esteem on to you. YOU AND ONLY YOU