Jessica...

This is a poem about my recent break-up. When I was listenin to drake's November 18th that's what made me write about this.

Sitting in my room staring at my ceiling fan,
This girl I used to know has got me feelin like a lesser man,
Staring at this picture of you and I together at a dance,
When I look back Jessica had way too many chanes,
I'm checkin my cell and no new calls,
Surrounded in this room build with four blue walls,
Feel like the color starting fading into emotions,
And this world starting to move in slow motion,
Each call ends saying that she will call me back,
If I had a dollar every time I heard that I'd be havin a hundred stacked,
And every day I'm wordering what going on in Jesse's world,
Every time I see her I remember her face and the long brown curls,
We've been dating on and off like this blue light switch,
Staring at the picture too long got my right eye starting to twitch,
Day in day out wondering if I'm gonna hear from Jesse again,
Cruisin in my truck while driving in the fast lane,
Tonight I'm hitting eighty and the speed limit's sixty,
Only thing in my wallet is a five and a twenty,
Every night I'm cruisin around this dark blue town,
Looking at this piece of paper trying to figure our what to write down,
A few days later I figure out why Jesse never called,
News so big that Jessica's pops went bald,
While she was away she gained back feelings of her ex,
Too bad that they never tried safe sex,
Found out now that Jesse's two months late,
She's trapped with her ex who are now lying in wait,
Too bad that they never took things slow,
Like the way I'm writing down this depressing flow,
But I am glad I not walking in they're shoes,
Too bad that won't stop me from feeling the blues...