Short poem: Over my ex

I use to think he was the ish the one I can call a friend when all i found out was the relationship would soon end I wore short dresses with no panties for his enjoyment but only did I see he had no employment no ambition,no goals in that drug life I couldn’t deal forget that keeping it real keep it in the hood naw I knew I deserved much more, quality over quantity nor did I settle for phone calls from him when he was available I left that toxic situation with no hesitation.