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Friday, January 6, 2012
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Flagrant
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You know that situation you hit where you start to realize that it's some things you're never destined to get?
And there are experiences that make it evident, that regardless of alignment of dark and light, wrong and right, it's going to hit?
I mean, you do everything for the positive, right? And still get screwed over and left with a black eye?
Well I'm at the point now that when life swings with a right, I duck and uppercut at it's eye or it's jaw with a metal pipe..
Not fighting fair anymore, I give a damn about the score. Every person that crosses me I'm leavin' them on my floor. I'm angry and so flagrant, probably end up sayin sone stuff that I'll regret when they play me back on tape and it's crazy that people say that they can't see me this way. I say that's repercussions of the decisions you made when you said that you'd remain but instead chose to go astray, and you expect me to just suck up all the piss like it's ok...
I mean, you pissed away the relationship like you were Kelly (lol), and it's puddles everywhere, you had a heck of a field day. I gues you're playin the field while I'm the n*gga playin slave... I guess it's true what they say, every dog has it's day.
....I thought that just went for males, but I forgot that females qualify for that folk talk as well, so what the hell should I say to make it better? I used to avoid liquor but I welcome it with open arms like a greeter in a vest...
I'm not saying I'm depressed, but I know my joy's silently dwindling, whatever... it's just a writer's diary... And I still feel the hatred, but not because of her, but because of the fact I've somehow become so flagrant... |
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posted by Secret.
11:22 PM
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