Saturday, December 10, 2011
Therapy.
Its all a blur. You and I. We're fuzzy. I see us laughing together, cuddling while watching a movie we're really not watching but its on, just like you and I. We've been at this for a long time now. But I should of been with you from the begining. Before him. I should of answered your call when him and I were at dinner together. I should of texted you back when him and I were in his car together. I should of been with you those summer nights. But I wasn't. And I missed you. So I left him. Then when I wanted you how you wanted me it was too late. You had someone. I had no one. But I wanted you. So you lied to me. You said you were single too. I knew you lied but I didn't care. So I would text you when I was drunk. You would pick me up, you were rolling.We would get ours. A couple nights like that. Then comunictation stopped. I would see you at a couple parties. We would act as if nothing happened between us. Then we slowly began remebering each other but I never forgot you. Now you're single. I'm single.And I think its time for an US. Because I don't want anymore of those quick nights, I want you all the time.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
My Definition of BAD BITCH
A woman who has ambition, goals, plans, and strives for a higher education. She always gets it done no matter what it is. She thinks like a man but is as beautiful as a woman.
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