Every damn time ... Why in the hell do we even try. I never know the reason that makes us ride back to hell again im tired of the bullshit. But damn I love you girl. I bet you forgot tomorrow was going to be our anniversary. Well I guess its fuck it. I started to spark up a blunt swerving in and out of lanes. I start thinking this shit over. All this for nothing. What's the point of loving someone who breaks you down every chance they get. Thinking that broke me even more. Why do I still love you? After all this bullshit. All the mind games you keep playing. You so fucked up. But im still madly in love with you. Gahh fuck you!! Fuck . Love . Fuck it . Can't do shit with it. Oh wait, you can get fucked over. The best fuck over in the history of fuck overs. Someone takes you by the hand leads you through feelings. Leading you up to fall face first into love. Emotionally attached, your heart beat match theirs, inseparable. You think you will die if things just don't work out and they make it seem like everything is all roses and heaven. But nahh fuck all that bullshit. Have you figured it out yet? Yes me, Taje, like tahjae, has been heartbroken. Love has kicked my ass. And nah it ain't the first time for this person. We been through hell and back and back to hell. Michelle is just that fucking person that I truly love. And that right there is why she can truly walk all over me and I'll just dust myself off. And all the while I say fuck her im steadily fucking her, so therefore i never get over her.
I need to get my mind off this shit. I pull up to my second home. Yeah I live a nice life. I tried sharing my life with Chelle, but she needs to get her priorities straight. Like for real though, I hate that Im in love with that... Girl.
I hopped out the car, closing the door looking around the peaceful area. Walked up the porch steps and unlocked the door. I walked in already feeling lonely as ever. I made my way to the kitchen grabbed a glass and a bottle of Hennessy. I put some ice in the glass and started to pour. One glass. Two glasses. Four glasses. Fuck it. I started to drink straight from the bottle. Thinking more on what I just went through. What I been going through. Getting more angry than I was.
"Fuck!!" I screamed throwing the empty bottle at the wall watching it shatter.
The broken glass reminds me of my heart... And my soul.
