Since I’ve been trying to put myself out there more, I figured I’d share another piece I started writing over a year ago. I’m not super thrilled with the beginning, but it’s a work in progress. Also, untitled. That’s one thing I struggle with is titles. But any who, without further ado, one of the first pieces I ever wrote about baby mama drama.

To the girl that kicked my man to the curb like a expired coupon she could no longer cash in:

Literally she could no longer cash in on him. The ATM read “insufficient funds” so instead of waiting for your investment to be returned, you closed your account and thought maybe you could receive a stimulus you didnt earn. Like maybe after the account was closed, you’re debit card might still work.

You are what I would noramlly call a lost soul, but I’ve had my experience with lost souls and you are not one of them. They are at least redeemable. If anything you are a originator of the emptiness to those in your life but you think you are the healer to bring the end to their pain so you squeeze harder and harder thinking you’re stopping the bleeding.

In reality you are suffocating them. Ok second thought let’s say you got burned by his blazing free spirit and there was a chance you could justify the wickedness that poured from your mouth. However, you seemed to like the sear your skin made against his fire because you’ve never felt genuine warmth before so you refused to pull away. You poked and prodded hoping to burn him down faster and you didn’t care if you went down in flames too. I would compare your mouth to gasoline but it’s more like a blow torch you’ve permanently ignited and you can’t quite figure out how to turn it off so you’ve go around setting people on fire because you think if they are turned to ash they’ll finally be at your eye line. Then you would no longer need to drag other’s to your level.