.Untitled.

I type better than I talk but I'm not asking you to listen
Cus I know this is puttin you in a real awkward position
But I'm feelin you
From the perm in your hair down to your tennis shoes
From the laugh in your voice to when you're being hyper critical
& I don't plan on telling you
You've got a good thing going
Its just because I can't have you that all these feelings are growing
Maybe you should stop being all I need
Stop taking my breath away and it'd be easier to breathe
If I wasn't captivated it'd be easier to leave
Walk away, and find a man who was emotionally free
& Its hard for me
Because my homewrecker tendencies
Are telling me to tell you
What we could do in dark rooms
With locked doors
We'd both sweat
And want more
We'd both sweat
But not yet

Let me stop.
This point of this poem isn't something I forgot
Like Weezy
I just wanted you to know that this shit ain't easy
And when I laugh with you
I steel my heart from butterflies
Its what I have to do
To keep this thing of ours alive
& if my attitude matches my alititude
Then I'm the lowest lady under the sun


Cus I caught feelings for the wrong one.

Written: 06/25/08