Those Moments

Aaah... it's those moments like...
damn... i remember when we used to....
and..
fuck.... i wish we could just take it back to when.....
and...
man... i really want him to...

Those weak weak moments where you want to be like...
"Fuck what the nigga did I want him next to me NOW."
and...
"Fuck it if i'ma regret this shit tomorrow I want him next to me NOW."

so then what?
worst case scenario... you call him up like...
"yo... come kick it with me."
and he be what?
"..... busy."

pull ya hair out cause you went months without showing an inch of emotion to this nigga... no phone calls... you played the "whatever" role.... and then when you weaken up and make the very STUPID decision to play damsel in distress.... the nigga can't come through.... no dick.... no cuddling .... not even the enjoyment of just staring into his eyes again... ahh so silly we are.

hmm.. but what about the other side..
you call him up like
"yo...come kick it with me."
and he be what?
".......at the door."

you be all excited cause you know you're looking right, smelling like you just jumped out of a bed of flowers and the pussy's bomb cause it's been on lockdown since '82' it seems. Open up the door and the excitement that was there before has begun to die down. O boy ain't got his hair cut fresh... he's wearing that same fit he wore when you found out he was playing you, yea his ride is still fresh and he just threw some new rims on that bitch but.. the sparkle.... well.. it's non existent. Lickin' his lips trying to show you what you been missin' but all you can think about is how a nigga's lips never need to be that wet. You're disgusted. This sense of accomplishment comes over you cause you know you're over him. You spend 30 minutes with him... maybe let him taste your pussy just so that the visit wasn't a total waste.
15 minutes after he leaves, you get a text...
"it was really good seeing you again."
and you say...
nothing...
cause you don't care.

Yea.... those are always nice.

-SydniMichael