Bastard

hate me if you want

      I'm a patient man. Obviously.
   
      I am no tormentor. I don't like drama.

      But this shit is getting out of hand. I've asked several people to refrain from harassing the woman who's carrying my child, the woman I love and have always loved.  I've asked now I'm telling: Leave her the fuck alone and the fuck out of your mouths. You shouldn't be thinking about her even.

   Don't like what I write about her and I? Simply don't read me.

    If my happiness and my love for this woman has you so upset and so deep in your feelings then simply don't read me. That way, you won't know what I'm doing, how I'm feeling, or just how much I make love to her. I will never stop writing about this woman so I don't know what else to tell you.

   And for the two women who immediately started with the delusions that I wanted to harm them or run up on them or whatever other nonsensical bullshit fuckery, I hope the two of you have time to sit your asses down somewhere and think. Think upon the things you said. The accusations you made. Think upon the ludicrous thoughts you assumed against me. Think of your own actions, and think upon just what it was that drove me away from the both of you.

   I get that you're both older than me but you both acted very new and youngish with your silliness. Yes, I say silliness bcuz the way the two of you came at me mayne, I rather deal with stalkers anyday.  One had nerve to accuse me of wanting to harm her and her child, the other one accused me of wanting to run up on her.

  You both sound mental. And take it from a mental patient.

  You two I once held high esteem for.

   I should have shut shit down a long time ago with the both of you but I was sent for a reason, to the both of you. I gave you something remember, the both of you. But all that has been forgotten.

  Remember your days, your lives before me.

  Think upon that.

   Think real deep and hard, deep and hard like you both begged me to give it to you.

   Think of your possessiveness.

  Think on all that shit.

  Think about yourselves. I've been told the both of you what would happen. I never kept my love for Semaj hidden.

  I'd choose her over and over again, even if she had to send me to shit right fucking now. Even if the world would crumble around me. Even if you two "loved" me so much.

  You could possibly never love me. You two never understood me.

   I wanted to see the both of you happy, sexy, flourishing.

I begged you, the both of you, to run.

   But y'all didn't.

  So don't be mad now. Leave my pregnant woman alone. Don't address her bcuz she is headstrong and I can't stop her from addressing back.

  Now I've asked, said, and told my piece.

  Allow me this peace with my woman and our family before I have to hit the road. I can't deal with another day of the harassing. I've said it before and I'll say it now: should she lose this baby from stressing out over my bullshit with certain women I will never forgive myself or you for that matter...when I've asked y'all to chill with the bullshit. I love her. I want her. And now I'm going to go tongue fuck her for the troubles and time I felt I had to take out of our day to write this.