It would tell you of the nights I prayed for him
It would tell you of how much I praised him
It would tell you how I always wanted to be better for him
It would tell you of how I googled every night on how to be a better girlfriend
It would tell you of many times I change outfits when I’m going to see him
It would tell you how many times I thanked my ancestors for meeting him.
It would tell you how many niggas I turn down for him.
It would tell you how I tossed and turned everytime he was not feeling well.

Only for him to break my heart into a million pieces.
Breaking not only my heart but the truth in our relationship.
Now my pillow will tell you how soaking wet it is because of my tears.
As the image of you in bed with another woman keeps playing in my mind.

My pillow is my only comfy
If my pillow could talk….