By Mac Guerreiro

That’s what eye get,

For getting involved with the likes of you,

But what was eye supposed to do?

You were charming and fun,

Of course you’re that way with every one,

Can’t say eye didn’t know,

Guess eye thought eye was immune,

Eye really didn’t think this through,

Perhaps because eye wanted to trust your words,

Until it was clear that they didn’t match your actions,

Now eye bleed a bit with every empty interaction,

Empty because you act like we’re still even a sliver of a thing,

Empty because we never see one another but here you expect flirting,

At least Eye’m learning,

Learning that my boundaries suck,

That my guy intuition needs work,

Or rather eye need to listen closer,

Even though you actually came with a warning belle,

Eye didn’t listen at all,

Now eye pay the price,

Writing fuckboi poetry night after night,

Wonder when eye’ll be done,

Hopefully before Eye’m gone,

Maybe then eye’ll feel like eye’ve won,

Which is silly to even say,

Because in this game,

The one who cares least takes the cake.

Published by Mystical Mac

Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me.

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