Since you've decided to build a damn over the river that our relationship was, I hope and pray there's famine and drought over your uterus and ever-wandering heart.

Too good for you perhaps I was, but you crushed my intentions and treated me worse than most. I wish I never looked you in your 8-bit state. It's the one I seem to have grown to hate.

Not cause you're a terrible person or some-what.
Just cause you didn't throw the simple-man a simple-treat they always want.

As I figure a way to recoup after my foolish fall.
I hope and pray you will continue to eat, sleep well and take good care of the future and your all.

Remember your father has accumulated his wealth for you and your generations wellbeing.
It's the reason he thinks he can treat you cheap, cause your future will not be.

I'm glad you've seen me and respect me for being real,
But rn it's phonies that feel the way I feel.

I feel like everything you were was an act,
I blame your self-hate, you're dependant on that.

To convince yourself you've never fallen,
That we're actually-for-real done talking.

To run away from risk that mean well,
Probably toward a phoney who don't care even if your baby bump swell.

I'm sorry I came in and innocently believed,
That you and I can live and relive what we had for our existence.

It's undeniable that you fell for me,
Good luck finding another unboring and charming.

Also I know why you never got wet,
It's cause you're a coward and never gave a 100 to the moods I set.

…….

Let me tell you about this 8-bit whore,
She came in with an intention as if she'd live a lore.

Curious gazes turned desire so quick,
With her eyes and her words she went lick-lick-lick.

Embers entertained, flames fanned,
Came close to burning her, my silence was sand.

Issues of distrust from family and boy-friend,
Treated her like garbage cause her daddy got wealth.

Oh how the rich think they can get away with whatever,
Cause somehow their money can fix however.

The secret to being satisfied you ask the middle class man,
Also how to heat a pizza on an induction pan.

She stuck herself to me like glue,
Hour after hour each other we viewed.

Slowly but surly we discovered our addiction,
A withdrawal that would surly hurt, we came to a conclusion.

That's when aah-8bit-lanja turned platonic,
Turning me down and ignored my sexual tonic.

The whore literally healed as a person!
With all I invested, with each vulnerability presented.

Now she's set to forget me, to remember some fool who approved of her not,
Cause she hates nice guys, so she'd rather feed off her imagination a lot.

Better a bitch than a whore I'd say,
Cause bitches belong while whores sway.

…….

Wondering why are you that I chose to express,
In third person my hate no less.

It's cause of the way you left me last,
Lying into my ears and ending it fast.

I can't find a way to express my displeasure,
So I chose words and sandwiched my hate in care and concern.

I hope you see someday that I meant well,
Blocking you seemed to have tolled your personal.

Believe me you and I have a lot to share,
If you give in to me, regret or not, loneliness we'll send elsewhere.