You told me that I looked great and I couldn't help but to stare on how beautiful you look. those beautiful lips of yours and your physique looked perfect.
You told me you have a new boyfriend and oddly enough he name was "Toronto" and he has only met your family once. You looked happy, you vividly said you are happy, but I rebuttal.
When you were mine, I showed you off to the world, introduced you to everybody I knew. I told them I loved you and talked every second about you, but this guy you have now, he's aint shit compared to me and that's a fact.
But I come to realize I was obsessed, not in love or maybe vice versa, I just don't know.
The sad thing is "the karma of fucking over a good person is the asshole you end up with, get a taste of your own medicine," (Fabolous)
I remember when we were together and you would always tell me that I deserved better than you, and I would just say that you're the best I ever had. But I was wrong, I could do better than you. The pain and hurt you inflicted in me has lead to have many trust issues with other women, which has wrote my love life after you.
Funny how a dream can make you think a lot about one issue…….
….. It's funny how just only two weeks ago you were telling me how much you like me and how come I haven't asked you to be my girlfriend.
You wanted to get a hotel, so we can spend the night together, but you knew I'm a very busy person and those things have to have a proper time and setting. So you were mad, and you went your way.
I decided to hit up Downtown with my cousins, but the funny thing was when you called me drunk off your ass saying, "I want to fuck you baby, I want to sit on you," and I'm over here trying to distinguish the type of woman you are.
You went from classy(I guessed wrong) to trashy to straight garbage. No morals, low standards, just filthy yuck.
Now two weeks later, you have a boyfriend or should I say "Baby" and you're totally in love with him, etc.
I just can't figure this shit out……..
……. I'm just amazed on how you and me coexist whenever we talk. I love everything about you. Personality, goals, ambitions, beauty, independence, cook, selfless and care about others.
But if there's one thing I just don't know, it's that I can't figure you out.
We either need to stop playing because I've told you countless of times that we might as well marry each other because you meet all the requirements of my version of a wife.
But you're figuring yourself out, and when you do find yourself, I'll be here for whatever you decide to do.
Answer me one thing, "Before you say you love me, how much can you tolerate?" (Joe Budden)
We have a love and hate relationship, but you know I try everything to keep a smile on your face, and you can't deny that. You tell me that I know how to carry a conversation and keep it unique rather than me bragging about myself, but truthfully, I don't know what I can brag about myself.
I'm just setting goals and trying to aim them and maybe possibly reach goals with you. My biggest goal is to one day make you my wife, but I'm just talking foolishly.
"I could give a fuck on how them other ni**as treated you, if your ass was that perfect they would be with you," - Joe Budden.
"I hate for you to be that girl that's too consumed with her man, so I want you to have your own plans, you have to have your own ends, you to have your own life, you to have your own friends and I'll be right beside you," - Joe Budden.
I just get impatient. I hope you figure yourself out soon. I don't want to bother you, but I hate the waiting game, you're my antidote to my frown. Make me smile.
"But you can be my wife forever, lets grow old, live life together. Vacay, catch flights, take pictures, everything that my last broad always wanted, but got a beef with me every time that she asked for it," - Joe Budden
I guess I have deep feelings for you which I need to erase. I don't want to play with fire and get burn.