यू लिस्तेनिं?!

As if I wouldn’t have something to say. But this isn’t for her, its for you. Nah matter of fact its for both of you. Cuz one is feeling like everything and nothing right now. Trying to make her apart of mine. Or invite her to be anyways. I feel like I’m finally waking the fuck up too. See she wants it her way or not at all. She wants you to drop everything and pay her all the attention in this world and the next cuz that’s what she feels she deserves, despite how broke or broken it can, could, or has left you. And I know it has. She praises you for all that you are, and yet pities you. She walked over you then, in your face and abroad, and then smiles and accepts your gifts of compassion. Judging from what I’ve heard, I don’t think she’s ever really loved you, just what you are. You’re good, Unblemished even…to a point. A giver, like me, except you don’t mind not getting anything in return…ever. I can’t really deal like that. You’ll stand by, lavishing her with as much as she’ll take, but that’s all that she’ll do is take. When it’s time to give, she’ll do it on her time, or reluctantly. Ask yourself, when have you asked and she obliged? But then have you even asked? See it makes it hard for me to respect you as well, at least when it comes to this, when it comes to her. What is it worth brother, to give until you’ve nothing left to give? Till your pockets are stark bone dry cuz she drank you down and left not even a sip to quench your throat parched of her? When has she actually made the giving worth the while, worth the energy, worth the money? When has your reservation been acknowledged with excitement, when has she actually been truly satisfied by what pleasure you thought you brought? Can you say? Can you answer without pause? No? Why, cuz you weren’t keeping track huh? Cuz you’re just that kind of guy, I know. And guys like you don’t need chics like her man. Hell, maybe I don’t either. But I’ll tell you this…I deserve her more than you do. Cuz I’m not afraid to speak the fuck up and tell her that the rainbow doesn’t spout pink out her crotch cuz she thinks it does. I’m bold enough to tell her when her blades aren’t sharp enough to spear me, my flesh is too thick. There’s no money that can’t be spent, trust. Giving the gift isn’t the problem, but why give when the receiver is ungrateful? When she believes in her heart that she deserves it anyway, whether you’re giving it or not. She’ll just as soon ask why you’ve stopped crawling up behind her if and when you do, even though she kept her eyes forward and you on a leash while she struts down the avenue winking at the other pet owners saying “Go girl!” I don’t blame you. Lord knows I’ve been there. Enough times to know that it’s all bullshit. She doesn’t know it yet, can’t see that I’ve passed these games of “let’s play princess palace and you be my court jester”. Peasants. I’m a King. IAMTHESYMPHONIEPHOENIX. And the sky is far too wide to stay narrow minded . It’s her eyes isn’t it? She’s a beauty that you don’t see until you look, and once you look, you’re hooked. You’re not to blame, just get out now! Not because I said so, or because I want her for myself, but because as long as she’s got you under her spell…there’s nothing you can do. You’re love won’t get through to her. Even now as she contemplates how much better than me you are, she’s hesitant. You’re the obvious choice; Everyone’s number one pick. So why haven’t you won yet? Sure a trip and some turkey might get you a biscuit and gravy…but then we both know she ain’t soppin up n’un that she can’t spit or shit back out. Someone else deserves you more bro. And I bet you’re reading this getting offended for her. Don’t. Cuz she’s doing the same thing, being just as mad, but not because it’s not the truth, rather because she wishes you would actually have the balls to say and see all this. Then you might could actually win. But I won’t be your personal pessimist. There’s hope yet. When she’s had her fun, and her hearts been broken a few more times, and maybe some years pass and she starts to be on that woman type “I feel my internal clock ticking” shit, and she sits back and looks at all the beautiful lonely women surrounding her that were so stubborn as not to…she’ll settle. She’ll convince herself that life would be better with you than by herself. You saw the post. You read her words. So best of luck chum! You’re gonna need that and some more. Meanwhile you’ll ignore all I’m saying, and count me as a hater tryna block. And that’s fine, that’s what you should do if you’re all she says you are. But she and I will probably be arguing about this by tomorrow afternoon, and slumbering under the stripes of a crimson Egypt by tomorrow night…something to think about I guess. Peace bro. Can’t say I didn’t give you the heads up…