a bad break up

it all started with a text of baby

not good morning as ritual courtesy one acknowledges to a human being

i text back saying baby, i'm cooking breakfast

my mind wasn't thinking anything at that moment

at that time

next text reads

i think we need to break up

i'm letting you down

i paused like a mimb that stands still motionless

i text back what? why?

i outreach to get to the bottom of this misogynous tabloid of why you want to end this great relationship

we all go through something in our lives

it's what we do each day to get through

now, if you truly wanted out, then all you have to do is say it

this was not in your vocabulary because you fulfill expectations of what every angry woman say about men

there are no good men out there

what you fail to realize is that you didn't break that cycle of guys who all they wear is a dunce cap

when i wasn't the disappointment you expected

you didn't know what to do except find every excuses in the world to push me away 

and protect your vulneribility from your expression of love you don't even claim

yet, i wasn't that diamond in the rough

i am a precious gold that's rare and delicate

and you attempt to make this gold a fool by selling it to someone you try to con

i'm more shinier than 18 karat gold

now out of left field, you weren't ready for a relationship

been there, done that

not saying anything out in the ordinary

but instead, you permitted your emotional disturbances to cloud your passion 

on embracing of this man as the true defintion of  the man

women please learn a valuable lesson

don't express the typical notion of there is no good men

there are 

the problem is that you fail to go beyond than three blocks of your own neighborhood

or a club full of guys that all they bring is recipricate drama in which you don't know what happiness feels like even if it kicked you

someday, a woman will see me not as trash

but a treasure that embodies the only key she knows how to open