dust.
the one thing we like to give,
but sometimes can’t handle it when it settles.
once you’re paying it to someone,
it can feel empowering af.

“yeah bih!
you did me wrong!
now i’m ignoring your triflin ass!
woop woop!”

once you’re paid it tho,
by someone you thought you connected with,
it can make you feel like pure shit.
there is no cheering on yourself for walking forward.

“i held my head up high after i was ignored!
um,
pat me on the back!”

it might bring out the secret you may not be over them.
let the narcissists and sociopaths tell it…

“well whatever!
they wasn’t shit anyways!”

i might be a different breed.
so today,
i was running a little late for work.
as i was walking towards my office,
i see a “familiar” face looking at his phone across the street…
Continue reading “When He Pays You Dust In The Middle of The Street (WW)” →