My Bible

Not only is fuckin me a treasure but knowing me is a gift. I am unlike any other, a rare breed if I do say so myself. I get the she must be a lesbian comments because I don’t  let the dudes hump my butt at the club, I don’t give the dudes at the mall my number after being referred to as the asian lookin one. I read the same inbox messages every day “Y are you single, Ur ex is a fool or you must be fucking with lames, I’m the real thing.”  Nevertheless I just ignore, I gave up on the notion. To me every nigga is rotten to the core. Their intention is the intent to rob my heart and leave it sore. Painfully aching from lust that I portray as love, wanted to feel that passion again. But instead of a dove I’m given a sick pigeon, dying to fly south again.
            I don’t want the money, not even the intimacy at this point. Just a pair of ears to hear my words and I promise to do the same. I never gave in to the saying that a relationship is 50/50 because  that’s a partnership and I want a loveship where I give my all with no questions asked and not wanting anything in return and likewise. You see I thought at a point in time I had what I wanted but the feelings weren’t mutual and I am still wanting. I’m still hurting  but he will never know that, and for that reason alone I know that the love wasn’t pure, more so I question was it love in the first place. I like it simple sorta how I like my coffee, a little sugar but whole lot of cream. I miss the forehead kisses and spending long days with a mate, just to set the tone and dream of him in night time. I miss just calling someone mine…
     I just cant settle for nothing because my last was great....to great for me.............