What I miss is you

What I miss is you
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When I look at myself…I’m not happy.
I know what’s missing..It’s you.
I think about you until I  get a headache
I will walk with you and hold your hand until my knees give out and I can no longer walk.
But what if you’re not here, not here with me?
See I only see you when you spend the night with your friend…
Ahh..Ricky.
Stupid bastard.
Tried to assault me …
Not physically but sexually.
But I told you, and you had my back.
You protected me.
You stop me from making stupid decisions, or thinking of injuring someone or something
With words or lamps or fists
Flying at them.
Because what I’m missing is you.
You let me know it’s okay to cry
You’re always by my side
We’ll be together til death do us part.
You mean more than me than my reason to eat
You’re substance to me
Without you I’m in defeat.
If you die, I die.
That’s how much you mean to me.
Sym you’re the most important man in my life.
Because ah see….
My dad has provided for me
Yeah that’s all good
But the damn truth that everybody doesn’t see is that that nigga doesn’t know me!
He doesn’t know a simple face about me
Like my favorite food or color
Or the deep things about me
And its been 15 years.
See Sym you’re the only male in my life that showed that they gave a sincere damn about me.
You gave me a reason to live, a reason to love
You’re sincere
You’re real unlike these other niggas who sweet talk these girls just to get inside their panties…
Sym-You and I can hold a deep conversation.
We have no sexual strings attached.
You could be my husband
And we would talk about the most random things from sunrise to sunset.
When you die-I want to be with you
Listening to your heartbeat
So it can become one with mine.
I want you to die in peace
Knowing that I love you
So your heart is at ease.




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