Woman.

Roses Are Red.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I want love,
But not from you.

Of the two of us,
No three because you decided to add your little friend to the mix -
With her perfect long hair, big brown eyes,
Skin even lighter than mine.
But,
Of the two of us,
You're even more fucked up than you told me.

Now, you told me you were on the verge of crazy.
And I accepted that,
I am too.
But if crazy means fucking every girl that blinks and has the mentality to fuck a nigga like you, then yes,
You are crazy.
You see,
I'm crazy.
But the crazy that has anxiety and depression,
And has to check on you 13 times you get home safely.
Or the kind of crazy that makes you say " I Love You",
Exactly 7 times.
But being crazy does not mean I'm stupid.

That girl,
Yes that girl.
You raised your hands at her,
And you seem to like patterns of repetition,
Because your hands love to be gripped around my neck,
And your fists seem to love my eye sockets.
But still,
I'm not stupid.

I love you,
But I refuse to be a fool.
I love you enough to tell you,
You got me fucked up.
Those girls, your lies,
those beatings for not cooking your food on time.
It's just a little too much for my mind.
I hate to say it
But I despise you.
You're the foot in the door of my future and I damn sure will slam the door.
I hate you, nearly as much as I Love you,
More so than that.

Find a doctor,
Get a job,
Buy a car.
And please do us both the favor.
Get your shit,
Call Tyrone cause even he can't save your ass this time.