Well well well. What you up to now?
Oh I'm sorry. Did I interrupt your flow, your game, your hide and go cheat? Naw baby don't mind me. Please proceed to kick that, hit that ball out the park and into my lap so I can wake the fuck up and see your misrepresentation of a lover gone flat.
I don't trust you as far as I can throw you and Lord knows I can't throw.
Shit, I'm not gonna lie. You was crafty and for a minute I regurgitated every word,every trick, swindle and rouse I allowed you to force feed down my heart which was stuck to you and what I thought was good love.
But you're addicted to that one, two, maybe five deadly sins 1, 2 steppin' round the truth, lies and let's go to the video tape.
Oh yes. It's documented how you said this, then did that. Expressin' love and how you got my back when really you had her up against the wall actin' like you was all that.
See, it was your world I lived in. I believed I belonged. Inhabitating your planet, taking on your Dogma, learning your style as law.
Now I look like a fool to stay. Losing sleep sleeping with the enemy who imitates the life of someone else by day performing drity pretty things at night.
Trust. These are lessons learned and never repeated. Cuz like Erykah, "I'm cleva..." and I'll show you how I roll.
Solomente. Uno. Me subtracted from you, times two plus somebody else's lover cuz that how you do it.
Don't tell me you salty cuz I found me the right stuff?! Let us not forget you were the one face to porcelain not one month after you was mackin' with what's-her-face at the club.
Yeah I know about that too. But no need to worry Boo, I'm all set.
I've checked out of your hotel for good. No refund please, keep the check.
Tiffani C. Powell
Copyright June 2005