I’m high as hell. I’m up so high so everyone can hear me.
I wish i never fuck that bitch. wish i never fell in love with that bitch.
wish i never trusted this bitch
this bitch fucked me inside and outside and upside down.
I wish i could say it wasn’t love. it was a phase. but that kind of love ain’t a phase.
its a give you everything i have type love
fuck you till your sore type love (in the beginning)
Can’t breathe if your away from me type love (even in the same space)
Shared bank account and bills type love
Call each other parents: Mommy and Daddy type love (the in laws)
fuck..that once in a lifetime, we are one type love ( marriage )
yes the fights got real bad type love
hurt myself just to make you stay type love
wedding songs and how to raise kids kids type love
If you died, i should too because without you my life would be over type love
but our love did die
and after we ended i realized we couldn’t be friends
not because i still loved you but because after a few years
we know each other to well
we know when we lying or being fake.
the i still love you and protect you even when i do hate you
But we could never be together again, don’t even wannabe, but if we did we never could because it has been to many lies, and games
Because all she trusts in the game.. @robhillsr #repost HIS WORDS GIVE ME LIFE!!
I love you. I always will. I can tell by the way you make me feel. From the first day I met you I could tell you would be someone special in my life As I watch you watch you sleep after we make love, I know that you will forever be in my heart. Is that enough? I pray so, Because I can’t imagine a day without your kiss or you being near me. I know you got your problems and I have mine but I want you by my side. But this love we have see’s no flaws. I seen you at your worst and i’m still here. Waiting for you to be the person I know you can be. I will continue to wait until the end of time but don’t take to long because the end of your time may come soon but I can’t go without you in my life so please make this right….I need your loving every night!
I Want a New Black Man
I want a brotha who loves me unconditionally, meaning, he sees my flaws and he doesn’t hold them against me or use them to belittle or berate me; he challenges me to be a better woman and helps me resolve my issues. That’s the sort of man I want.
I want a new kinna Black man, one who understands that his manhood is not tied up in the number of inches between his legs, the number of women he has bed, or the number of zeros in his bank account. I want a new and improved Black man who understands that his manhood is about his integrity, his willingness to grow, and to work towards building a stronger relationship. I want the new and improved version of a Black man who can ask for forgiveness when he’s done something wrong, not do it again, and can admit when he’s lied.
Black man 2.0 is the shit I’m on. I want one who isn’t afraid to show his emotions, cry, and to really talk about what he is feeling. Of course, he has to be able to identify his emotions before he can talk about them so he might have to go to counseling and get some therapy. He understands, however, that doesn’t mean he’s weak but that he’s really, really strong. He isn’t running to white women because he thinks they are better, or standing on the street corner, complaining about how the white man is keeping him down. Nah, my brotha, my king knows all too well that there are systems in place to keep him oppressed but he knows his true value and worth is in his ability to overcome, he understands that he is mighty and powerful and created to reign supreme despite the odds against him.
You see, that’s why I fucks with the new and improved Black man, who can be a father to his daughters as well as his sons, never raise his hand to a queen, never take what doesn’t belong to him from a woman, and who holds other brothas accountable for their disrespect to sistas.
The old Black man is played out. His usefulness has run its course. I don’t need the man who thinks he has to rule me because he has a dick, who thinks he has some god given right to make all the decisions. That old tired passive-aggressive Black man who can cheat, lie, and be arrogant about it when he’s caught, actually trying to blame me for his actions had been retired, put out to pasture. If you listen carefully, sometimes, very late at night, you can hear him crying on the internet about how everything is the Black woman’s fault for not understanding him, for not being supportive, for not demanding better of Black men. He’s out there, beating his chest, thinking it’s manly to be an adrenaline junky, making it rain at the strip club, and jumping from bed to bed, never knowing, really knowing the women he shares himself with.
The NEW Black man, MY BLACK MAN, knows that his sexuality is sacred. He has no desire to give it to anyone, male or female, without a connection and like minds. He views his body as a temple, not one to be worshipped but one that is holy and sacred and not to be defiled with the undeserving lust of people who don’t acknowledge his being beyond what carnal pleasure he can give them. He doesn’t have to lie about who he likes or what he likes because he is assured that his manhood is not tied to the gender of the person he fucks, it’s tied to his willingness to speak truth to power, own up to his shortcomings, identify his issues, and to work diligently toward healing them.
And what does my black man get for his awakened, enlightened status? He gets the rewards of a relationship where he’s valued for who he is in all his splendor, flaws and all. He gets all my unconditional love, my honesty, and my commitment to the relationship too. But sometimes, well, all the time really, I give him my special kind of hot, sticky, sweet, wet, loving that makes his toes curl up and his eyes roll back in his head. You see, without all those bullshit masculine roles he has to wear, he can be free. He can tell me all his secrets and I don’t judge or ridicule him. I know all too well what buttons he likes pushed and I work every last one of them.
How could you be this way towards me? How could you be this way period? This isn’t the person I feel in love with many years ago. Or maybe it was and I was to blind to see….That you fooled me into loving you, Giving you everything that my heart could give and my money could buy. And let’s not forget the physical pain and bruises my body endured because you couldn’t control me or your anger.
We ended on a sour note and naively we thought we could be friends. Stupid idea, you can’t love/live/breathe someone for 7 years and see them with someone else not even a week later and expect to be okay.
We both moved on but somehow we ended up moving on in the same family and thats twisted but there are two sides to every story and the family is hearing them both. Your story is wrong but they believe you because you are the Queen of Lies and Deceit!
Why are you still hurting me? I shouldn’t let you get under my skin like this. i know you are sleeping good at night but here it is 1am and I’m writing, Something you made me stop doing, about you. I wish no harm towards you but I just want to catch amnesia of YOU, I want to forget that WE ever happened.
I don’t want the memories anymore, Going to my family reunions, Spending weekends watching your nephews, Your 18th birthday, My sweet 16. The way you taste or how you scream my name. Its not worth it. The good does not out way the bad. I want to forget. I need to forget. Please just go away.