Wasted Time

Tyhiera Taylor

 

Wasted time, with you isn’t what I would call it.
It was a beautiful yet most painful dream to watch.
I don’t wanna call it a nightmare. I could still look at you
and smile even though you made me feel as I was under you

or as you ripped my independence from my body
like pickles on a sandwich that weren’t supposed to be there.
You made me feel like I couldn’t be loved and I was a temporary thing
until you figured out what you really wanted.

You made me feel like I was the sun shining all over your beauties,
never your imperfections but you still put your shades
and hat on like I was a bother. But what I learned
is that even though your ego’s bigger than Kanye,

my heart’s bigger than anyone after me
that you trynna dive head first in
I’ve learned that my love will be appreciated by someone
who isn’t you. I’ve learned that if a guy really wants something

he’s gonna try and make it work harder
than a baby shoving a square in a circle box.
He gonna make it work harder than the sticky B button
on his Xbox controller. He gonna make sure you’re taken care of

more than the first pet he ever got. But forget you. I got my eye
on a prize that adores me, makes me feel needed and wanted
for all the right things. When I’m with him I see nothing

or nobody else and when we text that smile you see on my face
as I stare at my phone is the trans I’ve been waiting to take over me
So to that first ungrateful experiment, I hold no grudge
just know that with me everything is alright.

 

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