Fake Flowers (Frank Ocean)

Sucka For Love

I'm currently at a meeting with my manager, Scott.

"Okay so we released an album about a year ago, are you ready to start working on a new one?"

I just got off tour about 4 months ago. I do want to work on an album again, I've had some of the best moments of my life working on my albums. Also the worst, having to write down every idea that pops into my head, writers block.

"I've worked a few pieces, I like them. This next album it... It has to be the greatest thing I've ever put out. It's gonna be my opus"

Everyone in the room face's turn serious.

"So how long do you think that will take? A year?" A voice says.

I rub my head.

"I don't know. I don't know"

Soon enough the meeting was over. I always hated meetings. They always put so much pressure on me.

"So how you liking New York? Staying out of trouble" Scott says as we leave the building

I look down at my phone and see 3 missed calls from Frank.

I immediately call him back.

"Hello? Frank?"

"Hey, where are you?" He asks.

"Just left a meeting, where are you?"

"The airport. I didn't want to tell you to bum you out for the upcoming days but I'm leaving. I have some shows in Denmark and the UK"

My heart drops.

"What? When are you leaving? You didn't want to say bye?"

"I'm sorry but I'm leaving in an hour. I'm about to board."

"Don't. I'm coming" I say before hanging up.

"Scott we need to go now. Take me to JFK airport."

He looks at me confused and says,

"Why?"

"Let's fucking go! I need to meet someone!" I yell.

We hop into the car quickly and drive as fast as possible.

There were tears in my eyes. Why? He said Denmark and The UK and that shouldn't be that long.

After getting through security and bribing them $200 to let me in.

I'm in the boarding room. I can't find Frank , so I call him.

"Hello? Frank? Where are you?"

"I'm uhh by the TV. I have to go, like now"

My heart is beating out of my chest and I start to speed walk towards the TV.

I see Frank. I start to run, he turns and sees me and smiles.

I run into his arms. I start to cry.

"Fuck don't cry. I'm only gonna be gone for 5 days, maybe 6. Please don't cry." He says while rocking me.

"That's a fucking long time, Frank. Why didn't you tell me?" I say through sobbing.

"It's not that long" He says with his voice cracking.

"Last call boarding flight 004 now" an intercom says loudly.

I hold him tighter then pull away and wipe my tears. I pull him by his chains and kiss him.

He puts his hand on my cheek and says,

"I'm going to miss you."

He kisses my cheek then walks off.