The Type

I don't know if I'm moving fast to get ahead or catch up

The kind who fears the future, yet still takes it head on
I,
see it's a mixture.
Not a need or a want,
a little bit of both.
I want to talk to you
and it feels like our friendship is
aggressive closure.

She might know.

I'm the type of pussy who doesn't want to say the wrong thing
to her.
I plan what comes out my mouth.
I calculate the day and time I text her,
I don't wanna interfere, I don't wanna
interfere at all.
The type of pussy that sold the world,
if the world was a girl.
I need to get back and I can't I cant.

I looked into selling my soul until I
decided it'd be best to keep writing poems,
describing everything I'd say
if a miracle occurred.

She's burnt out and looking ahead.
"We had a good run"
"I did this for me"
But we got more in us baby, more that
I'm willing to go for.

I love her so much that I'd change,
even though that's opposite of the cliche'.
And I have no clue why someone does what's needed
once it's too late.

The type who doesn't call her to say all this where she can hear
my voice,
putting it all on the line as many times as he can.
No, I'm the type who writes what should be said
here.


Later Days , Longer Nights