Your All Isn't Good Enough💋🔫

The Beginning

Laying on the couch, eating Mike and Ikes. Another late night alone. He's at unks house watching the game. So he says.

Wes walks in the house on his phone. Looking high as ever.

"Hey baby"

"Hey"

Quick kiss to my lip's.

Happy that he's home. But noticing something that's off.

"What's that?"

My 5"3 height to his 6"4 frame.

"What you talking about?"

He looks confused

"There's glitter on your neck."

"Oh um see,unk has a shiny couch. Some type of glitter cloth.Shit guessing that's where it came from. I'm about to go take a shower."

This nigga really think I'm stupid. Did he say a shiny couch,woooow. If I'm a dude and my homie has a glitter couch I might need to step back from him. But he the man nigga in the club screaming no homo.... Hummm SUSPECT.

Change: he never takes showers by his self.

Going in the room laying on the bed.

Wes comes in the room fully dressed.

"Hey baby Derrick asked me to take him to a play real quick. I'll be right back"

Coming close to kiss me, turning my head so he gets my cheek. It's 2 in the dame morning really.

"What's wrong?"

"When am I going to get some time? It seems every one plus everything is more important."

"Man you talking crazy girl. You know I love you"

"Show it"

"Look we will talk when I get back"

He walks out and tears are my lullaby to sleep.

Getting up early to get ready for work. I'm really not feeling messing with all these rude people.

Grabbing my blue professional button up. With black slacks. Putting my mane of curls in a high ponytail. Applying a little bit of dark blue eyeshadow.,with clear lip gloss.

Finishing it up with a pearl necklace,earrings.

Wes peeks in the bathroom as I'm finishing up.

"I'm dropping you to work babe."

"Yea ok"

Coming back in the room, he slips his phone back in his pocket quickly.

Keeping my words to myself.

Not bothering to try an argument. Not this early in the morning. I don't need a pounding headache.

Kiss to his cheek before leaving out of the car to walk in to this dreadful place.

I'm a bank teller. Having a steady time. Getting off at 330. I think that's what I love about the job. The only thing I like about the job.

It's slow today ugh I'm just ready to get off. Rude people, Broke people, snobby people allllll day since 7am yea I'm ready.

Looking at my phone. 2:30 Thank goodness.

Change: no text during the day anymore or a call to check up on me.

Clocking out, saying my goodbyes

Walking out looking through my purse for my phone. Knowing Wes he's going to be late.

Not paying attention to where I'm going. Bumping in to someone. Almost falling on my ass. But getting caught with ease by my waist.

"You iight ma? Sorry about that,I was in my own zone."

"Uh no it was my fault I wasn't paying attention at all to where I was going."

Looking up to light brown eyes, light brown clear skin,dreads that reach his shoulder, 6"4 soild muscle built. Dame

"What's your name sweetheart?"

"Her name is taken! Bring your ass Caliente."

Well that just defeated the purpose of not saying my name.

Looking back at the mystery man. He gives a mouth of the words I'll see you later. With an wink.

Getting in the car hearing Wes go on and on.

"YOU WANT TO FUCK DUDE HUH? YOU THINK IM STUPID?"

"WES!!! Calm the fuck down, I wasn't looking where I was going. Bumping in to him I almost fell. He caught me. Nothing more and nothing less dam"

"Who the fuck you talking to Cali? I seen how yal was looking at each other. How close you was standing to that nigga."

"No you seen what you wanted to see. Your eyes and present time of reality are two different things."

"You don't want to be with me? Is that what your saying?"

"Boy what the hell are you talking about? You don't listen to nothing that comes out of my mouth. You hear and twist shit to your liking"

"You can walk, it don't matter. If you going to be in these streets in another nigga face. What the fuck am I here for?"

"Nigga this m.....You know what Wes?"

"What?"

"That's your guilt. Of what you do in these streets."

"Man don't try to switch this around on me,I don't do shit."

"Ok Wes whatever"

Pulling up to the house we do the silent treatment. Oh the joy.

Maybe I was still to close. Once we separated.

What pissed me off ,Wes didn't even take up for his self. Once I brought up what he might be doing.

No no. He wouldn't do that.

"Are you getting the car?"

"Um yea"

Watching him with hawk eyes. Lotion, colone wow but I'm the one right.

"Take me to the side so I can go through the back"

Looking not saying a word

"You know I love you baby girl"

"Yea sometimes I do"

He's stareing at me I feel it.

He knows he's wrong but it's to late to do me right. Little did I know it's been going on for a very long time. It's been to late.

5 years I've stayed down for this man. We weren't even suppose to meet. I went to that party so my bestfriend wouldn't be by her self.

Meeting, getting to know eachother , talks all night , we fell hard.

Tall, handsome, light brown eyes, low fade, tall built.

But consequence of taking care of a entire house. Of grown people and kids. Kids that we didn't even have of our own. Made us lose way. Distant from each other. Just going with the flow.

Mistakes Mistakes Mistakes

Back to back. That's all it seems we've made without notice.

To blind to see. Open your eyes to life. Not just what you want to see.