You Love Me, You Love Me Not

I know you do, but what am I...

As I previously stated, I have my own definition of what love is. Unfortunately, your way of showing how much you care and appreciate our relationship (which has it's own definition within itself...) does not suffice. Unfortunately, although I have nothing to show for it, I make too much money for you. Unfortunately, although right now, you don't see it, but I left you when I left my mother's womb. Unfortunatley, although you don't have it, my unborn adopted children (a family of four) have their undergraduate degrees and doctorates. Unfortunately, you love me, and then you give me a reason that you love me not.

Be a man! Stop getting fucked from the ass and mouth! Me, I prefer for you to fuck me with your mouth and then turn around and burp that shit in her face! Let her know who's really pimping your ass out! Let her know that you bend over and take it like a bitch because you are not man enough to step to this! Cause one thing is for sure, she's not stupid. As I told you, you have given her a reason for her to lie; to stop fucking you; to stop sucking your dick.

And you think that it is cool to come to me for assistance when your dick is hard and your nerves are bad. A NO SIR! Ms. T has other things she has to do...I mean other people she has to see and I make too much money for you! Until you can truely show me what the hell you mean when you say you love me, you care...I mean, I know you do; I know you will do anyting for me...but what am I? Where do I stand? Do you really know?! Now, you can give me all the money you want to help me with my bills and what not, but until I see that our relationship, which has strongly been defined as ONLY a friendship, by all parties, and I see that you are really living up to not being that stupid nigga, you just might be able to get access to the $80 air mattress that's only used for important people and guests.