I love you.
I miss you.
I worry about you sometimes.
What happened?
I wish you wouldn't make such a big deal out of everything.
I wish you could just relax for a second.
Please stop expecting and stop judging.
We're growing apart, and the urge to fix it hasn't hit me.
Your insecurity has started to rub off on me.
We're just not into the same things.
You twisted the truth, took it to a whole other level, and spread it around.
The last time I saw you, you still had braces on. Boy, things have changed.
Come back?
Thank you.

3 comments:
Hmm this is interesting because it is a mystery as to who it is directed to.
Thats one for the books. Tell em Gurrllfriend, or words spoken by a large black woman to that extent.
I want an RSS Feed.
Thats one for the books. Tell em Gurrllfriend, or words spoken by a large black woman to that extent.
I want an RSS Feed.
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