A stolen man

Poetry by Martinique Papillion Title:A stolen man. If you can take my man you can have him thats fine,cuz a real man cant be tooken he was never mine, you think that flauntin him in my face by sharing photos ranting that hes your man, and that i shouldve took care of him but honey look at the situation, if im quick to say you can have him and call it quits, obviously he wasnt worth much to keep, dont ever insult my intelligence with your madness you can talk all the bs you like, my trash became your treasure what a delight, hes yours baby doll you wanted your position but not as permanent, you may laugh and throw jabs at me like im giving a damn everything might be peachy he kissin ya showin ya that other face before he show his ass now a month go by you feel like a mess you going thru it rough he doesnt do what you told me he would do like claim ur as relevant or as a important piece of his puzzle your shattered and bitter basically coming for me but in reality got your prize you picked your allstar winner right girly its time to stop the fuss my use to be has made me free, free of lies, free of dealing with a cheat,free of drama free of physical,emotional,mental abuse nomore crying nomore heartaches im living healthy stressfree blessings come in when you eliminate the hindering of what brought me down listen young lady you are a fool and he fooled your eyes to believe those tales he told about me wake up he was not sent to be your blessin he was sent to be your lesson some are there to conquer and destroy so i tell with this warning your a queen believe your worth more than a man gives you credit you may not be a model or a 10 but you are human like me and only will you suffer if you keep shame on my name and move on if you can take my candy my candy is yours once its rotten i dont have use for it anymore