They say when it rains it pores and my soul can not forever linger this sensation of afflicting neediness. The need to want to hear from you. The need for you to care for me as much as i do for you. The need for you to come see me. The need for you to tell me how much you miss me before my the vibrations of my vocal cord sound to say it first.

The nigga in me is tryin to let a hoe ass nigga like you go but I can't. The hypothetical circumstance of us cease to exist because you steadily fuck up and maybe its not me and you need another chick. I am that bitch that gave you money when you needed it. I am that bitch when you called i listened. I am that bitch when you didnt have soap to wash yo ass I put money on yo books. I am that bitch that was your confidant when yo girl was trippin that bitch that put you before i put myself.

second guessing myself if i really hate you, love or myself the most because love aint suppose to hurt like this, and I shouldnt have pain like this or maybe it isnt you that i love. maybe its you that i lust for. This strong excessive desire wont die. I am craving all the things in you that makes me malnutritioned because you feeding bullshit but satisfying another hunger that noone understands