i was entertaining a certain wolf of interest these last few months.
keyword: WAS in all caps,
bolded,
underlined,
and possibly lit on fire.

he had me tight a few days ago and still hasn’t heard from me.
i haven’t called to “talk about it”,
no texts to check in,
or not even a “hope you’re well” after the extended silence.

When I’m done,
I’m fuckin done.

yesterday,
i shared my thoughts on that jackal who went off on lala anthony over a parking spot.
he took the petty express lane and decided to drag her name,
her current manz,
and even a few of her old industry bones into the mix.
it was messy but more importantly,
it made me realize something about myself…