I thought I had found the one
I found myself scribbling your name all over notebooks
Writing your name in black ink on my wrist
I even found myself running my fingertips
along the couch cushions
bathroom sink
the kitchen counter
you know
places where we once kissed
I thought I had found my lover
But ain’t that a bitch
What I found was another nigga
to add to the list of niggas
that have proved to me that these niggas ain’t shit
And then you got the nerve to get on Facebook like
“if you get cheated on, you’re doing something wrong”
So it’s my fault for not making love to you the way you want?
Damn….
Or are you blaming me for the fact that your father walked out before he could even teach you how to be a man?
If you wanted your freedom
why would you…
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