Die With You

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her eyes. my favorite thing on her. the hard demeanor is only an act because for me, i'm her everything. the whining and crying is only seen by me. she wouldn't dare let another soul get in on it. i'm sure she would much rather die.

emotions are a weakness for her, expressing them isn't like her. but when it's me, she spills everything. no matter how embarrassing or private. that's only sometimes though. moments of reassurance is what she needs frequently.

her only wish is to Die With Me. she scares me with it sometimes, but i've grown used to it. anyone could ask her the simple question and she will give the same answer every time. no matter who it is.

"Onika what is your dream? where do you see yourself when you let all of this go?"

"my dream?"

"yes baby your dream. you never want to talk about future things with me."

"my dream is to Die With You my love."

"that's not a dream. you have to want something before death comes."

"i live so i can Die With You."

Onika Maraj is the love of my life. my queen and king in one. she's my protector because she does it with everything in her. there's never been a time I had to ask or think twice of her love.

no one stands a chance against her.

her line of business would make anyone think twice of their safety, but not me. i'd witnessed her in the worst state a girl could be in. grew from her best friend to her lover because of our connection. she's my all, vice versa. i've seen her kill people over me. get into it with her own people because of me. little ole me. she says i'm worth it plus more.

i don't argue.

if anyone knows Onika Maraj, they know she's going to do what she wants to do. no questions nor suggestions. only she matters when it comes to her decisions.

i don't even see a chance in winning an argument with her. she's powerful. worth more than anyone could possibly imagine to me. no money is enough to earn her. a life isn't even enough. she gives me the world and that's more than enough. 7 billion people isn't enough to beat her. i already have that, plus more.

when you get such great love and treatment, you'll never go for anything else. she sets the bar high for anyone after her. which there won't be. i'm never going anywhere and she's claimed her spot forever. we're meant for each other. our lives mold together naturally.

since kids it's been that way.

"butterfly guess what!?"

"stop calling me that dumb shit."

"well i really like it...stop being so rude about it, it hurts my feelings."

"whatever. stop all that whining before i clip you on the concrete."

"hey!! that's not nice like at all. and i'm gonna stop helping you with homework if you keep being mean. then you're gonna get in trouble by momma Carol."

"mcht. fine......bitch."

from her bratty ways to my compromising ones. our parents always said we were meant to find each other. and this was when we were nothing but friends. said that no one else would deal with one of us.

mama always said i was such a crybaby and onika is the only one willing to be patient with me. then there's her, momma carol said that no one will deal her mean and bossy ways, but me. only because she needs patience as well.

they expect her to be calm with a lot, but she's not like that. she's very straight forward and only some will understand.

"beyoncé no! you have to do it like this because we're girls!"

"but it doesn't matter onika."

"if you don't do it like that then we won't play."

"but- okay. i'll play like that if it makes you happy."

"it does. thank you."

we both need time and patience, and only we will give it to each other. which is why we've been glued together. nothing is strong enough to tear us apart.

"mama said i can't go."

"so. stop crying about it giselle. seriously, all you do is cry cry cry. dang."

"stop!"

"did you just yell at me?"

"you're acting like mama. she said it's not that serious but it is! i wanna go with you nika."

"jesus beyoncé...look, i'll talk to her. alright?"

"please....do it now."

"i don't wanna walk way over- fine."

of course there's been the worst, but it could never outweigh the good in us. just as any other couple we fight, but we also have a way of taking accountability. it comes with the way we were raised, our parents always taught us to own up to our wrongs. so we thank them tremendously. if it weren't for them entirely, we wouldn't be the 'us' we are today.

"giselle."

"yes?"

"what you thinking about my baby?"

"you."

"aw. i'm flattered. what about me?"

"your dream."

"oh. well you already know what that is."

"you don't want anything else besides that? you know there's a lot you could dream for before that time."

"i don't have a reason to be, if i can't be with you."