Bottle Service

To Be your first born girl

I should most definitely mean the world

To be your first born child

You should be there for longer than just a while

To be the one who gave you the title “mom”

It should be apparent as a “parent”

That when I need you when I ask

You don’t push me off

and drift away so fast.

I need you forever

No matter what we go through

Our relationship should only get better.

Don’t tell me about my siblings

And how they felt, and what you did

Must have slipped your mind

That I basically was second to raising those kids.

Now I need you here for me

But you’re leaving

Using every excuse

While bringing up old shit from 2003.

But it’s whatever

… I guess

Like you said, “I’ll get over it”

Yea, you got better things to do

Trying to give me money

To brush off our issues

They’re not going nowhere

Neither am I

I just hope you understand

How much I’m hurt

How much I’ve cried

Before you reach

 

Thee end of your time.

FF #3

We lose our sleep

With the same song on repeat

Of how we’re going to leave so and so alone

They will not defeat

Then we begin to think

What if I’ll forever be lonely

In these dangerous streets

Where love is just a myth

To where we become numb to the truth of what it is

Ain’t this some shit

We begin to say

I was just laying next to you the other day

Now I see you with a different person everyday

But still hit me up when they go a different way

As if I’m suppose accept your actions

I’m just minding my business

While you’re out relaxing

With someone who you’re gonna tell me is just a friend

Or better yet, my favorite lie

“That’s just my cousin”

As if I didn’t just see you tongue her down

But yet want to still keep me around

That’s nasty

I don’t like other people germs

Show me you love me and want me through your actions

You can keep your words.