Darling your shit is WEAK...you're a proximity infatuation...a convenience...the easy way out. Let that forever be embedded in your psyche. SERIOUSLY?! I do not play "mind games". I'm beyond that. Honestly, alot of guys throw themselves at me... the way a hoe to her pimp. I'm tough to grasp and yet you find me irrestible.
GET OVER YOURSELF! I will not fiend, call you back, call or show up to one of your millions of jobs. So be gone. How convenient you were I honestly didnt want to have to see the sight of youuu.. Hurt to think of you, missing you sometimes to many, and yet i cant stand shit you say to me on the phone. Wanting to break up, wanting you in me, wanting you. Convenient.
Convenient you were when i didnt feel well, when those "major cramps" were kicking in. Espicially when you bought me my teen-MIDOL. Cooking me lunch while i laid up in your bed, because i was your queen. not understanding what came along with holding that title, embracing it as i walked down the streets, in your hood and my own. Watching out for you AND me caring for both of us...confusing the 3, of you.
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This is a work of fiction. names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of my imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. =] can i live?
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