last night i was tired.
i fell asleep at like 830pm.
i missed “empire” so you know it was serious.
well i had to finish that “us” essay for karaoke.
i ended up writing it,
but falling asleep before i could send it.
she let me write more than 100 words so i kinda went in…
I must be a masochist because I’m addicted to the pain I shouldn’t be
feeling. You know what the crazy thing is about “us”? We might be so
good for each other, but bad at the same time. It’s like the 90’s
Janet lyric, “Like a moth to a flame, burned by the fire”. I have come
to like everything about you, and clearly, you like everything about
me. We are drawn to each other, but your harem currently keeps you
satisfied. Why is it not me? You say you don’t love dem hoes, but love
having sexing with them. So I get the emotions, but they get the
physical? It’s the mind games and emotional warfare that makes me hate
everything about “us”. For two people who aren’t officially together,
we fight and make up every single day. I’m starting to think you enjoy
this. The bad part is that I think I actually enjoy it. It gives me
something, anything, to show me how much you feel about me. It’s
almost like our version of sex. We both penetrated each other’s souls,
but you pull out when I start to come. It could be easier, but it
isn’t. Will it ever?