I wrote this throughout the summer of 2010 and just recently found it in my computer. Awful times I wish I could forget.
I look deep beneath your eyes and see misery
You don’t want him, but I want you,
But you’re not that into me.
It seems that lately we’ve become closer.
And that’s when he’s not hovering above you like a vulture.
You seem to only dial my digits when your marraige is rocky
How could you let him slide and talk so nonchalantly,
As if he never laid a hand on you
All you have to do is wash your hands of him
And say that you’re through.
Meanwhile on this side, things couldn’t be better.
I’m done dealing with my ex.
And I’ve got my shit together.
I never pay attention to the hoes and the heathers,
And I only hang out if its with the fellas.
Believe it as the truth.
I’m so into you
When are you gonna do what you said that you would do. Continue Reading