Page 6 of He Thugged Me First

“You don’t value me because you know I’ll always be there,

You knew I’d always pat your shoulder,

Always hold your hand across the street,

That no matter what, I’d always be in your corner,

But what if one day that changed?

What if one day you turned around and I’d left that corner without your hand?

One day you looked down, and my hand wasn’t intertwined with yours while you crossed the street

What if just one day, I wasn’t patting your shoulder?

Would all those missing actions prompt you to regret not placing value on me?

To mourn your loss of me?

What if when you looked up,

I was nowhere to be fucking found?

Would you be sick?

Can’t eat, can’t sleep type of shit?

Or would you find another to take my place?

Another stupid person to fulfill my duties and accept their low value to you,

Or was it just me?

My presence didn’t demand enough,

Or maybe I didn’t

I got complacent with accepting the little you gave me,

Scraps,

Caught myself feeling grateful for a few responses

Boy, had I escaped my mind

Let me ask again though,

Rephrase the question a bit for you in the back…

How would you feel if you looked up and I’d disappeared?

Silently removed myself from your life?

No chaotic exit

What if I just left?

Would you scream and sob because I meant so much?

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