a letter to his ex
I feel protective over him.
The world is my darkness and he my sun
With him he makes me feel like everything I can overcome
Other than God I can’t think of anybody who I love more
Yes I love him
Yes I am sure
Yes I truly adore him
Now and I always will
He is the air in my lungs
My reason to breathe
My reason to sing
And the love that he brings is killing me softly
But I love every breath he takes
He the volume in my heart taking all the space
Selfish is his love
And I selfish along with him
This decadent love is like chocolate
That I refuse to share
To Share him with any other
Nor any other lover
And I’ll be loving on him until my life clock runs still……
Got me feeling like I’m full of Nitrogen
I mean helium gas
Because he always got me floating on
Novacane kisses
His love so addicting
I can’t get enough of his touch
God I love him so much
I’m drifting on hungry kisses
I’m drifting on silent I love yous
I’m drifting on him when he grabs my ass like so
Oh I think it just got way to personal
Let me slow it down
Or let me speed it up
He got my love in his hands
He knows I’m gone always give it up
When he ask for it.
Got me like “I’m saving all my love for you”
Or better yet “Always and Forever”
Or even better “ all of me give me all of you”
All the love songs in the word can’t compete with the unconditional love I have for this man
Nothing at all can make you past girlfriends understand.
“You just a notch on his belt”
“You just mad because other than me, he don’t want nobody else”
“And how you know?”
“Cause he wanted to shout I love you from his roof top. I can’t believe you let him go.
How could you not let the world know. How he is patient, how he is kind, how he is important, but its your loss now he’s mine. Haha stupid hoe”
and I refuse to let him go.
He’s crazy yes
But when have I ever been normal?
Before he came along
I sung a lonely song
And then he came and gave me all life’s riches
So its my job to keep him away from gold digging ass bitches
Like yourself.
Its my body’s priority to be with him.
To touch to feel the fabric of my being
my second chance of existence
my husband
my friend
my love
my Big Daddy
my Cj