We all have that "special" friend.
The ones that give you good advice after good sex.
I swear they do it the best.
While they relieve stress.
Hugs during the day.
Moaning and cumming through the night.
I know you never do me wrong.
Because you are my "special" friend.
My only "special" friend.
Tonight, I found out something disturbing.
You have another "special" friend.
I thought I was your one and only.
How could you be so phony.
Knowing me while you talk to me, I get horny.
I feel so used.
It makes no sense to me.
How could you be so greedy.
I just wanted you to fuck me and feed me.
Help me like you always do.
You fucking fool!
I really wanted to lay with you.
Cuddle. Fuck. Talk about stuff.
I guess you don't have enough.
When is it enough?
Tell me!
You're such a bluff.
Money....
What's the deal?
You don't even know how I feel.
Furious.
That's real.
Even after you told me how you feel.
All up in my face.
Saying you missing me.
But I been here.
Are you really free?
So tell me, are you really my "special" friend?
Crying in my pillow because I really think I lost my "special" friend.
Tonight I'm stressed because I was suppose to meet up with my "special" friend, and he stood me up. The funny thing is that I know who he stood me up with. It's crazy how men do one thing, but then do a complete 360. At this point, I'm not gonna deal with that. He just another nigga on the hit list...............
See what I did there lol. Anywayyyyys, vote and comment please and thank u 😊❤️.
