Ex:
Man I hate my Ex
My ex name is depression
She comes over unexpectedly
And lays in my bed and nag and nag
Until I can’t help but to lay down with her
She always gets to me because she was my first
The first one to make me cry
As we share intimate moments about days that I won’t see again but somehow she still makes me cry
As she continues to imply
That I’m not right
And I should get out of sight
I try and try to kick her out but she’s still here
She always thinks she so intellectual
That spicy Latina heat always makes things turn sexual
But you know she’s bisexual
So she always got to bring her friend name anxiety
Things get so feisty
As one sits on my head
And the other whispers in my ear until somehow she makes it to my heart
That’s when emotions start to explode like fireworks in July
By the next morning, they’re gone
Days go by and I start to feel strong
And then here comes my ex again
Making sure I don’t fall off again
But sometimes I think she hurts me more than anything
But then I remember she’s not real
She’s not here
Nor her friend
I wish I could get rid of her, rid of them
But it’s not that simple
Although they’re not hurting me physically
They’re still hurting me mentally
The thing about being hurt mentally is no one can help you fight the ghost inside your head
Man I swear I hate my Ex
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I hope you enjoyed this poem. I also posted this on my Instagram awhile back the video link is here https://www.instagram.com/tv/Bt27EXZg5MZ/?igshid=sftm26npvxwn