I like those unattainable men.
The ones that fight so hard that you can never tell how sensitive they really are.
I like the ones who joke around too much.
The ones who let themself become ruled by the streets
the streets can never love them like I do.
I like men who disappear.
And this applies to all of the people I've dated
Or had an emotional connection to.
I like those men who keep me up at night
holding my stomach
trying to calm down those persistent butterflies.
I don't like christmas gifts
I don't like saying hi drive bys
I don't like anxiety.
I don't like sleeping.
...well now that those random thoughts are over....
All of that was inspired by Jill Scott's Insomnia, A conversation with my friend Six and A dream I had a week ago.
And these next lines will forever haunt me. I will always relate to them. And I'm not sure if I will ever be grateful for that.
(time to wake up, put on my strong face and hope that no one will know)
You have managed to turn me from a woman of substance
Calling too damn much
Crying and crying
Way down down low
With flats on
From the opposite side of the bar
Loaded on top of your car
I never intended to be this chick.
Groping at smoke for her mind
Or the readily dissolving remnants of it
After being chased
I've been dismissed
As just an object
Something to play with
You have managed to turn me
From a woman of substance