The Break Up Vent... Poetically.

How I feel about this break up in a poetic way:

It lasted and it pasted. Either this would make hits or spell shit. So I had to sleep with it. Ba da da da da I was loving it, but he's going to raise my cholesterol. So I put myself like, 'first of all'... The dude wasn't handsome or tall but he sure was dark the way he jaded me. Dropped my swag shine by a few degree, but not completely. I thought he'd complete me, not defensively beat the heck outta my patience. It's Sunday so I'm seeing no patients. The schedule is backed up until May, then we can try and light the fling again. By then I won't remember him, think he was a stranger and fall in love again.

Although I'm not mad that his eyes are so white. He can't see my pain because I'm colored like night. A guard like Big Pun so It's no use when we're fighting. He's always huffing and puffing, saying things to see how much pain it brings. Yet, after all to me he says sorry. Then repeats it the next occurence like we living a Lifetime Story. I'm not Rihanna but, I'm bailing on this jury before he is the death of me. Not physically but symbolically. I might die like Whitney, and ressurect like 2Pac, but I can't risk that, it's a far shot. To dive back into this pool, get played like a fool, then teach him how to act like my 4head say school.

I'd rather focus on school. And I'm fearless, so losing him is like losing stress. So freaking fantastic, that I'm no longer his fanatic. So... I cant even call it withdrawal like I was an addict. I'm not sweating, so umm.. that's it.

I just had to break a bad habit.
Oh yeah, && I'm pretty glad about it. LoL.

There will always be people to take you for granted. Be sure you get at least equal what you put in to things, if not more. && Never fear to love yourself.