Conversations with love

She want me to be her man,

but I act like ion know that,

Cuz trauma runs deep,

Sometimes it’s hard to hold back…..

Baby girl-ion know why,

but I’m just feeling your vibes

This shit go deeper than the casuals and spending the nights

With them pretty brown eyes I see the truth you disguised…….

-“Will he be different?”

“I hope he not like regular guys….”

“Does he like a little weight?”

“Maybe thick in the thighs?”

-Girl what you doing?!

“I don’t know………”

“You must’ve cast a spell I’m hypnotized”……

-“aaaaaaand that’s a lie.”

Well…..

Who knew love…..

Could be like this?…….

-with open wounds,

could shake the room…..

Bursting bubbles and shit……

With this new infatuation,

Pacing back and forth…..

“-Think I should tell her?”

“Yeah-of course!!”

“But please be patient!”

“-just a thought……..”

I find myself rooted in place,

Everytime I see her face…..

-As I envision her taste……

“-Head out the gutters!”

“-I was talking bout the taste of your cakes!”

“Fuck!- I meant to say-“

“That I was talking bout your taste in Versace-“

“You think you got me?”

“Think you slick the way you changing the topic?”

“I might be, probably-“

“Boy I’m just kidding-“

“I like to joke around when I’m shopping-“

“Meant every word-“

“What you say?”

“I said that I’m protecting your karma.”

“Whatever ever you say….”

(I guess That means my traumas ain’t stop her……..)

“will be my honor-“