everyday I sit and question myself. Was I good enough, was I beautiful enough, was I not treating her right, did I not satisfy her needs., was I really a waste of Earth's space., was I really worthless.,And so many more questions but turns out it wa...
Here I am. Sitting on the couch smoking the fattest blunt I could make. Thinking of any and everything that could have went wrong. She called me but I know she doesn't realize it. I sat there like an idiot hearing her screaming someone else's name. He must really put in that work especially if it made her cheat on me. So here I am currently sitting on the couch. Waiting for her to come home, And i can only pray I don't blow up and attempt murder. I just really want to know why wasn't I good enough for her. Was I not beautiful enough and she got tired of seeing me? Was I not famous enough. Did I not spoil her enough. Was-.
"hey baby what's wrong? Why you crying?" she came over and wiped my tears.
"I didn't hear you come in" I replied ignoring her questions.
"uh yeah, I just came in I thought you would be sleep so I didn't make much noise so I wouldn't bother you baby "
"oh how thought you are" I replied full sarcasm. She gave me a look
"okay what is wrong with you? I'm not playing with you. Know what comer..come here and sit on my face" I almost ALMOST thought about it but I just looked away then looked back into her eyes.
" My eyes was Dazed By you for a little, and that was all. I know I'm not the only one." she looked into my eyes and I could see the dash of panic she had, it was quick and it went away just as fast as it came.
" baby what are you talking about? Your crazy. Dazed? Idk about that but you are definitely blazed you're always emotional when you hit the Mary jane." she sat there and tried to play me stupid.
I looked at her and picked the blunt back up from the ash tray. And took a long puff looking at her. I blew the smoke into her face nodding then I got up and walked away and went up stairs. To my personal studio. 'guess the people will get the song I been trying hard to avoid' I looked down at the notebook on the table in there and picked it up while sitting in my chair.
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I looked at my paper and wrote
"I know I'm not the only one"
How about we go back into the present so you can know all about what happened .
