to the one I love to forget...
I apologize for my constant rejection
hhhmmmm...
u been longing for my affection
misleading ur heart in a different direction
for quite some time now the false promises and fake smiles I constantly feed you spreads through your mind like a blissful infection
the ****** poetry I sinfully spit at u leaves u standing firm and tall the greatest lover i am let me ease your *******
I love it when u begg  get on your knees is always my reply , time for me to see what that tounge do inspection
oh so you wanna be my love slave is my detection......
let me stop here I go again misleading u in the wrong direction
I don’t know why when u look at me u see endless perfection
when all I can offer u is endless rejection
I’m not  willing to let my future king of the past get the wrong impression
so I hide ur love for me as the unseen discretion
u really think I love you... sorry u mean nothing my smile must’ve caused that deception
before u became attached  I tried to let u go cause my love I know will leave u in a 2 year world of depression
I know that it will be because of me u look at women funny u get the wrong impression
look all I know is that I need to admit my wrongs in order to receive true redemption
and also I hope that my apologetic poetry will help cure those late nights that u spend consumed with depression  
I guess this is how it’s supposed to go

fast forward to me being 13 in and out of group homes... foster homes never could get quite comfortable..... now remember I been a victim since the age of 3 when he started torturing me... so because u had access to my files  u knew my history so having the athourity to do so it was okay for u to also rub your hands against me ....also for 8 months it happened over and over again
my mind spaced out  cause this fight my body could never win
  endless therapy sessions for nothing cause she could never heal or console these demons of sadness I had to hold in
so now I scrubb my soul more with this lyrical disease cause my cursed heart feels like it’s wrapped in to much **** sin

Not finished yet let this **** Therapy Begin

I hate being called pretty girl....
that’s what he called me.... who is he
my torture that left me with constant nightmares since the age of 3.... he would finger me
he would play B.B. king and say dance for me
he told me pretty girls wear red lipstick as he kneeled down on his knee
scared and left abandoned she thought
since her momma left her this was how it was supposed to be
memories of little me since the age of 3......

2 cups of fool in love
1 tbs of heart break
1/4 cup of deceit
1 cup of pride
1/2 cup of failed past loves
6 cups of Mary j
1 gal jack Daniels honey Tennessee
1 cup of dangerous chemistry
and another gal jack Daniels honey Tennessee
left you and me as disasters’ very own Recipe

Keep your head held high
even if the suns Rays blind you for daring to gaze up at the sky
Never let them Cowards see you sweat even when it’s pouring down your neck
If you fall get back up again
and kick societies *** make sure you ******* Win

the silent cry is something single parents know about all too well
it’s that cry that u hold back when u find out your husband is being untrue
or when u see the mistress for the first time and u
get to stare her in her eyes..... why.... u
it’s that cry u get when u been working super hard to take care of you and yours and you still fall!
it’s that cry left stuck in the back of your throat that hurts the most

not finished but spirit is down so I must share someone out there will understand

there is no other place id rather be than laid up under you kissing talking learning your ways but making luv to you now thats my favorite part... hmm
my lips pressed against yours is sweet tasting ****** and
with each stroke i can  feel your love growing inside of me sweet vitamin D sent heavenly
i never want you to leave stay your my guilty pleasure... my release  therapy
i must have you i need to taste you please stay....
in bed with me

The most addictive drug is the taste of poison He leaves ....the stains on your lips. the mind...he leaves his poisonous dream dreaming of a next time... his smile a poisonous trap.... that allows u to be feed all of his bull crap..... his lips....gods gift to woman this ******* bachelor is something..... I gotta keep reminding myself that it’s nothing

for the first time in my life chocolate has never tasted so dull I wanted u bad  too
all I kept thinking about was u and me... foolish
I shouldn’t even feel like this but I do
all I want was for him to say I see you
all of this inconsistency is leaving me confused
Im ****** I should have never told u my secret the thought alone is leaving me feeling mentally abused. I was dating other people too
but I lost interest that very day in January when I sent that text to you . 4 to 6 and 8 hr conversations and untamed dreams... I thought of making love to u over a thousand ways....  always ending with me on top.... man swear I almost cried today  for a man who wouldn’t even give me a kiss on lips as soft as this
I hope to hear from him again but if not...

are you ready to fall for a poet?  I mean can u keep up??
I asked...
but looking into his eyes and I seen fear

dreaming of you is never enough....
I’m ready to get to it I promise it’s not an act
my bedroom game is really tough
I want u to take in all this goodness
look only... I whisper strongly
but don’t touch...
while I’m riding it biting my lips staring into ya eyes      
watching you desperately trying to keep ya composure.. i lean in towards me you to take more in and steal a kiss from them soft black lips... I play with my ***** while using the tip of my finger to stroke my kitty I’m about to *** I can’t help but yell  it excites me this game of *** competition it lights an fire... fire to this forever flame from this “Fire We Make” “boom” Bob Marley’s voice.... my alarm.... I Iie awake ******* soaking wet ready for that good ole wake and bake