Such a cold heart. With the amount of specimen on your clothing, I worried about what animal you harmed.
All along, the specimen was of my own kind.
Heard the news on television a couple of days after, but I paid it no mind.
How naïve of me to think it was an animal when I “knew” who you were.
I should have known when you stared me blankly in the face without saying much.
But what the heck, I’m just a lover washing her man’s clothes.
You met me at home, making stew chicken. I was scared of boys, but of course, you never knew this, because I played it cool.
You were somewhat pleasant to my sight, although your eyes were full of mystery.
Who would have thought you would be good with the books? I guess that’s how you caught me.
Being a complete stranger, you groomed me for my Principles of Business exam.
The result of your grooming reflected in my result.
Such a cold heart. It’s not a secret that you enjoyed your lifestyle. It fed your ego and you won’t ashamed to admit it.
You were always ready for the next move.
You found satisfaction in “lighting’ up that vehicle with officers knowing damn well the repercussions of your actions.
But that didn’t matter to you, compared to the current satisfaction and fame you found in your action.
An Aquarius who was good with the mouth. You would have made for a great motivational speaker or lecturer.
That’s the potential I saw in you.
You knew you were good with your words, and you used them to your advantage for the life you chose.
Such a clown but yet so serious like a hawk. But you literally taught me every bird has its day.
I tried my very best to change you and show you a better way, despite me being naïve.
But like a child, you remained, choosing your own path.
My plans were for us to create 12 kids. What the phuck was I thinking?
Your face lit up about the thought of becoming a father, but God knew you weren’t ready, and neither was I.
You had a charm, and I guess that’s what the females loved. You were for the females.
And you didn’t care if they were your family or my friends.
Yet you never disrespect. As bad as it may have been, you always told me the truth.
They say, “Good girls love bad boys.” I still wonder if that’s true.
Filled with so much affection, you would get teary-eyed so easily.
At least I mainly saw the soft side of you, and I wondered how you were able to do the things you do.
You wanted a different life for yourself, and you’ve always made progress toward it, but the need to feed your ego always got in the way.
Who would have thought your type would be into all the romantic stuff?
If you could have given me the moon you would have with no hesitation.
You enjoyed providing for your girl, and you did it with great confidence.
All you ever wanted to do was make your lover and your family happy and contented.
“Without you, I would have no reason to live” was the words you always preached to me.
If only you knew how powerful your words were.
But if you could, I doubt you would take them back because you meant what you said, but I didn’t believe you.
If only I knew how powerful words were, I’d believe you, and maybe my reality would have been different.
But God had a better plan, and I am happy his plan prevailed.
