you want me to come by?

you do. at any rate, [my] our hair defies gravity. hahaa, bet you didn't know that. children of the sun ; i am a sun child. black black black like my iPOD. i'm exaggerating. he's an amazing guy. i have infidelity issues. i'm just glad that i'm able to dwell on it now, and not when i'm a complete woman. at this point, i feel like half a woman. i feel semi-incomplete. not going to get in depth with that now. he knew prior to our relationship i had infidelity issues. he'd ask the usual; how old are you? , where were you born? , how many dudes you fcuked?. and i'd answer in all honesty. sigh thanks for letting me know AFTER i fucked up that dude was a lameee. then again, i did what i want. and i lived without consequences. everyone is competing. and its aggravating me. you can have it. but i'm still a boss... they still flocked to us at the end. ha.

hotep. love. and light.

_itsreallytheeighthofseptembertwothousandten_

Bad Brains - Sacred Love - I Against I

listen.

.nem ot kcab tnew i

i've never left. but did you think about me while i was gone? while you were driving down atlanic ave eating a turkey burger? i wonder how often you consider me and every little feeling i feel. i hope you don't forget how moody i've become. even if the world sees me otherwise. i hope you don't forget to feel. i don't want you to forget how i feel when you do something minor wrong, or when someone around me fucks up. and how much it remains on my mind because it hurts to much to talk about it.
like that one time, about 30minutes ago. but i can't possibly tell you about it. if you don't realize while its going on or even sometime before then i can't ever expect you to understand. ever. but something keeps hinting me towards you. something keeps allowing me to respond to your texts and answer your phone calls. even the random activities you have me do with you. something grants me the strength to get dressed and say "i'll be ready in twenty."

i just want to get away, but not really. so indecisive it pains me. getting things off my chest never helped me. people still question and it irks me. i only want whats best for you, and it ain't me. i keep going on, and i feels like poetry. but our life together isn't meant to be. don't you see?

motion picture shit

we were on the fire escape. him with the joints and me twirling my fingers, just sitting back letting my mind linger. everything seemed so alive, of course after the third hit i was fried. he said "everytime i see you i learn something new" i looked at him puzzled, trying to construe. we're alike but so different, he does little things trying to hint it. the thing is i already know and honestly i just want to see how far he'll go. he's more than my friend and our time together was coming to an end. so, now we're on the train and he says "where do you wanna sit" i look at him at smile because he already knew it. i sat, and he said "of course she wanted a windoooww seat."