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(ᵐᵃˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵉᵐᵃˡᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳˢ)

(ᵐᵃˡᵉ ᵖᵒᵛ)
𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆...

           Me and her, the toxic couple you'll see arguing on the sidewalk. It was never her fault, I've cheated, lied, and used my hands in an aggressive way towards her. I can admit that. though after all that, she can't leave me. I'll never let her. I need her, I want her, I have to have her.

𝑰'𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆. 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆? '𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆. (𝒙2)

              So here I am now, sitting outside her house. She took the courage to leave me, but I have to get her back. I know what I did was wrong, I should've appreciated all the things she did for me, I should've. But should've could've would've. I have to make things right. A guy never knows how much he has until he's bankrupt. And that's how I am. I never noticed her beautiful (s/c) skin or her plumped lips that would fit perfectly with mine. The way her hips would sway as she walked, the way her hair would flow when she turned. I never noticed, but I'm ready to now.

(ᶠᵉᵐᵃˡᵉ ᵖᵒᵛ)
𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆...

            That's what he'll tell me everytime I called it quits with him. And somehow it would always swoon me over, knocking me off my feet. Just for me to have to pick myself up... the man I once called mine would go out and cheat, lie, and physically be abusive towards me. You can only fool a person so much till they break, and I've broken. There's no more cutesy couple walking hand in hand, there's now a thriving women, doing great in life.

𝑰'𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆. 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆? '𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆. (𝒙2)

            Yes, I saw him outside my house, it was tempting to just go out and kiss him hard. But no, I can't,  I shouldn't. He can go kiss on them other hoes in his phone. (OH SHE STANDING ON BIDNESSSSSS) He never seemed to notice me, no matter how many times we dated, I could never seem to satisfy him enough, he'd always go and find someone else to fulfill his needs. I knew I was worth more than how he made me feel. I had the most beautiful (s/c) skin that'd look good in any weather. Lips that'd make any man want to kiss them and women want to have them. Hips that swayed with grace when I walked. Lastly, hair that anyone could want to achieve, best believe it's all natrual, and EVERYTHING comes from my mother (I think I'm off track..) So no, there's not any me and him anymore, there's just me.