In my mind it was never over, it just took a turn the wrong turn if you ask me. As I lay back with him running his hands through my hair, his arms wrapped around me, and his air tickling my neck from him breathing on it. A sudden thought runs across my mind, I’ve become the other women; I got him feeling like the man. Late nights talking on the phone, a little bedtime here and there, but when its all said and done he always goes home to her, he kisses me on the cheek and says "next week right ?" and i always say "yeah next week". I know he;s with her but in my mind he still with me. She's pretty too i sometimes feel bad for her when he comes to bed with me. I always think did he do this to me when we were together, "when we were really together?" Now she’s at home thinking she’s the only one but truth is, she's giving him everything i can't and I’m giving him everything she can't. Even after realizing he’s never going to be with me again I still can't bring myself to leave him. He's got her and I’ve got HIM . I don’t need him, I just want him, he makes me feel good. But sometimes i ask myself why do i keep letting him back in ? I know he cares about me deep down inside at least i think he does, but if he cares that much i wouldn't be the other women id be his only women. Maybe one day ill finally get the nerve to tell him "No MORE!!" He loves her and I love him i wish i could kick her out the picture but a married mans wife always stays. I hate to see them together but at the same time i enjoy it i like being in the same room as them because, the fact that she dosen't know really turns me on. I wanna actually meet her and tell her what a great man she has. I want him to myself but i know she will always be around. I also kno that if i leave he won't chase me so i have no choice but to share him because thats the only thing i have close to having him :( So until i bring myself to leave it's Her, Him and Me
Am i wrong for wanting him ?
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Keyshia Dior
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
"Eff The Freaking Public"
I'm so sick of hearing the public is this the
public it that, Well guess what the public isn't doing any freaking thing for me at the moment, So I think every pretty much is seeing where im going with this. Why is everyone so stuck on what the public is going to think of you. I mean appearance isn't everything, So why do we try so hard to impress the public. The public to me is my audience, I dont have to try so hard to capture their attention.
to be continued......
I'm so sick of hearing the public is this the
public it that, Well guess what the public isn't doing any freaking thing for me at the moment, So I think every pretty much is seeing where im going with this. Why is everyone so stuck on what the public is going to think of you. I mean appearance isn't everything, So why do we try so hard to impress the public. The public to me is my audience, I dont have to try so hard to capture their attention.
to be continued......
Monday, February 8, 2010
just a thought.
Hmmmm
i'm running, but that don't mean i'm hiding from somebody, i'm just tryna get my shoes dirty - see, daddy gone & he been gone..for a long ass time. daddy #1 gave me life & rolled out, he running to. probably on the other side of hell if you ask mee..& daddy #2? he's immortal, he has no feelings. he fucked me & left. he said "shannie, you ight, you always going to have the shoelaces to my oxfords..you the only one that tied my shoes real good..you aint gotta worry about the next shoee..wee only resting.." but I wasn't born to rest -- i'm not hiding from nobody, but these walls aint giving me room too breathe..so imma keep running, & not go home. not even if he tells me to..not even if he sitting on my bed w/a giant condom on, keep running. caus maybe he'll realize.."damn, that girl has lungs.." you know? & so i'm sitting here thinking..& i'm almost crying writing this..cause this shit really hits home..
i'm running, but that don't mean i'm hiding from somebody, i'm just tryna get my shoes dirty - see, daddy gone & he been gone..for a long ass time. daddy #1 gave me life & rolled out, he running to. probably on the other side of hell if you ask mee..& daddy #2? he's immortal, he has no feelings. he fucked me & left. he said "shannie, you ight, you always going to have the shoelaces to my oxfords..you the only one that tied my shoes real good..you aint gotta worry about the next shoee..wee only resting.." but I wasn't born to rest -- i'm not hiding from nobody, but these walls aint giving me room too breathe..so imma keep running, & not go home. not even if he tells me to..not even if he sitting on my bed w/a giant condom on, keep running. caus maybe he'll realize.."damn, that girl has lungs.." you know? & so i'm sitting here thinking..& i'm almost crying writing this..cause this shit really hits home..
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