Last night the words “I actually really like you a lot” and “I want you to be my girl” came through the screen of my phone.
I gave him the idea of who I was and what I wanted, but reserved what I am and what I needed, telling him I just need to be on my own.
Our roots are fresh, fuckin’ barely a seed. I try and find everything wrong, when all I am getting is everything right. But this shit just isn’t what I need.
I wait and see if you will give me the out I am looking for. Hoping that I won’t have to settle for the words that came through that screen. Because my soul needs something better, but my reality is just a dream.
This fool is in love with the idea of us. I ain’t even in lust with it. But at the end of the day, all my girls say to stop the bullshit and just go with it. My soul knows better though, this shit ain’t even right. I’m getting reacquainted with all my demons tonight.