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Her Name Is "Love"


Sneaky ass hoe

She got me again

I don’t care what nobody say, everybody wanna be her friend

 I’ve introduced myself to her before on numerous occasions

And every damn time In reply I got back this overly enthused “hey” but yet phony as HELL

I should of known then that this wouldn’t turn out well.

We cool for a while. Everything is all good. We even the best of friends and I even trust her to guard my prized possession..

My heart

But that task proved to be impossible for her backstabbing ass….

She uses me

Gets me all hyped up

Slowly but surely she starts pulling away

I grabbed her wrist and beg her “please stay!”

She looks down and laughs cold heartedly

Looks back up n takes my gaze

Love is her name and it’s the games she play

She looks in my eyes and says, “Girl u so dumb.

U ignore all the warnings

Yet you’re still yearning

Love can’t be given out I have to be earned

Naivity is the downfall of your relationships

You SEARCH but don’t SEE.

You trust and you BELIEVE

You GIVE so much but yet you fail to RECEIVE

 your heart is crying…

Longing to be accepted by me.

Then you ask yourself “Why me?”

You have this illusion

A dream

This perception

A fairytale that fucks u over harder than his erection

What you thought was me was actually infatuation

I got you good!

Open your eyes

Don’t look for me let me find you

Face it honey

I’m not fun when there’s only one

I hate to break it to you like this

But what you look for in me doesn’t even exist.”

I break away as she walked away

Aye!

Set your standards

And you better guard your heart!

Cuz love and infatuation out here tag teaming playing Queen of Hearts

 Fuck love she aint shit

I can’t stand her ass

Damn her…

 love and the games she play..

She has a twin named “Infatuation”

Mistaken as “Love” on numerous occasions

She wants to be her so bad

She tricks you into believing that it’s really her

Infatuation is jealous of love because she’s “real”.

Infatuation is a mere illusion

A replication of what you want your relationship to be.

But what infatuation fails to realize is her twin is just as fake as she.

 

 

 

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