You slipped my mind
But only for a time
But when I get more of it
It always seems you become more relevant
Like, what are you doing?
Think of me?
Are you screwing?
Not so much jealousy
Just an innate tendency
To be consumed with the intimacy of something that once was
I swear I tried you like some drugs
You were the first, but thought I could get a taste instead’a caught up
Got stuck with it like a cancer
And i need to get away
Steady thinking of what to say
Or if to say?
See I haven’t talked to you in so long
My pride is getting strong and keeping me away
But between me and my thoughts
I really need some closure
I need to finally say that it’s over.