Suckas Gon' Try Me

They gon' find yo' body...

Well, well, well! If it isn't you?! Past love of my life. How have you been?! I'm sorry. I can't understand. You are coughing up too much blood for me to understand the words coming out of your mouth! What was that? Oh, you love me?! Really?! I can't tell when you have bitches calling my phone asking about what's going on with us! I can't tell when you slept with those other bitches, including the germ infested white bitch! I can't tell when you can't even remember when my birthday is or when I was to graduate! I can't tell when I find hair on body that doesn't even belong to anyone 6 generations back!

Motherfucker! How dare you?! I've put 350% into a relationship that I thought would eventually work. I wanted to prove everyone wrong! I knew what we had would last! I thought you would change! Even after all of this time, it takes your mother, oops, I mean your 'girlfriend' who is old enough to be your mother, to call me and talk to me.

And after all this time....I was done with you 3 years ago after I talked to the doctor. But I always said, "Self, the two of you can be friends," because I am not the type to hold grudges, cause KARMA...yeah, that bad ass chick Karma, is a bitch! She will leave you out to dry!

I mean, the entire time since I've known, since your aunt and cousins warned me, I knew what was up. I was being a stupid bitch. Why? Because you were changing. You were more open and honest about things. Oh, and I do appreciate your honesty, for telling me what you had been up to and what not. Oh, and at one point I did believe you did love me. But I've cried my last tear for you.

Beacause as of right now, I'm through! I will make sure to let the next man know all about you. I will make sure I let him know why I have my guard up. I will let him know why I can sometimes be callous. I will let him know, if he's serious about it, he will need to prove it beyond what is imaginable. Not just by saying, but by doing.

Tell Dancer and Prancer (since the nearest person to you is about 15 miles away) about how you have this recurring dream. And how it seems so realistic. So realistic, that you can almost 'taste her'. Tell them of how she was always good to you and would come by to see you often. Tell them of how she would do anything for you, day or night. Make sure to mention how much of an ass you were when you were with her (in this dream that is). Because basically, I was an illusion.

When you do finally get your mind right, which will never be, DON'T HOLLA AT ME! Don't come by my house looking for me. Don't call my cell asking me how I am doing! None of it. If you see me in the street, don't even think to speak! You look stupid! You're the one tied up to the front of this car and got ya ass whooped by a bunch of my people who don't even know you, butt ass naked, apologizing. I'm just glad you now know how it feels to be in pain. I'm glad you know how it feels when your heart is broken.