Upstairs Friends

To all the girls I blocked before

Hear me now:

This life is all or nothing

Nothing makes waste of nothing

Something is better than nothing

Unless that nothing is more complete

Than nothing… which is actually quite

Remarkably similar to                       something

Depending on who that thing is meant for

Yes, yung nigga, vespa wrapped in velour

Softer than the last girl I blocked before

She got a chance to profess her love
 to a

Yung nigga, allergic to doves

So I eat them with a calm care

A presence not unlike

The nothing which encompasses

My vision when the lights dim

My lights when the heart dims

My heart when the weather grim

Yung nigga, still spitting like ahem ahem

Still got money I forgot to send in

Overdue notice, past tense

Past ten… 

Never thought I’d live past ten

Past tense, my life like a death sentence

My lines like raw like onions chopping

My poems hold me close when I can hear the coffin

Dropping, this life, tiresome

Yung nigga, I need some

P U S S Y 

A S A P

But I can’t get pussy

Cuz I block every girl

Who wants to give it to me

Who wants to love me

Hold me close, shared regrets

Hold me close, my dying breath

Hold me close, until I can go

Toe to toe with that reaper grim reaper

Hoping he beats me, death come closer

Let me hold you like a lover

Let me hold you like the last girl I blocked

Before I blocked her

Yeah, I forgive her

Even still, like nothing, I forgive her

Now I just need to forgive

aha ha ha ha ha ha 

Don’t mention my extension METHOD