amoureaux -

I’m the player turned exclusive after my first real heartbreak. I have the tendencies but I’m good at keeping that shit down. That’s where my random apathy in relationships comes from. I’ve got the game to get anyone that I want but I really secretly just want to be left alone. I don’t trust dudes like talking about. To be 100%, I don’t trust anyone at all, with anything- so trusting a guy with my heart is dangerous to me and when I’m in love, I get just as dangerous as the notion the way I view it. I do not play. You gonna be here or you’re gonna be there. Either way, I need to know what’s up, cause I don’t have to give a fuck, and I don’t need you to. But my problem arises when this is established and then some odd months down the line, shit changes up on me and the person I got with…isn’t the person I got with anymore. I’m kind of bananas, I admit it, so suck me off. By the time these muthafuckas change, I’m already in too deep and I let them in, which is why it’s hard for me to leave and easier for me to lean on someone else. I’m not a great girlfriend anymore at the point. I start off perfect and I could maintain that if I could get the same effort from my partner but I can’t. Which really leads to me wanting to be left alone. For real, just please go away, everyone with a penis. I can’t deal with it and you damn sure can’t deal with me not being able to deal with it so…I mean, I wish niggas would get their shit straight or get their shit out my face. ‘Cause honestly…

You may think you want it, then you want me til you get me,
then you got me and you’re fucked,
cause you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of your life.
If I get attached to you, we’ll be joined at the hip,
I’ll be so latched to you.
You’ll be walking out the house and I’ll run up and tackle you,
chain your ass up to the bed and shackle you,
“You don’t think you’re leaving this house in that, do you?
Not til I brand my name in your ass and tattoo you.”
Have you walking out this bitch in turtleneck sweaters,
scarves and full leathers in ninety degree weather.
Front on me? Never, cause we gon be together forever.
Right, bitch? ……RIGHT, BITCH?

Hey lady, hey darling, hey baby,
I don’t think you really want to be my girl.
I can’t be your boyfriend because…
(fucking with me can be dangerous)
if you toy with my motherfucking emotions,
I’ll kill you and I’m fucking foreal.
I’ll make you suffer like I suffer,
If you fuck me, you might make me fall in love.

Boyfriend’s were hurt in the creation of this post.