The power of sex and flesh is more powerful than the most important emotion in the world.
I saw him again and realized that I love him. I saw him and realized that he does not realize how powerful my love can be. I had healed, but one look into his eyes and I am back where I did not want to be. I disappeared and he missed me. I reappeared and he dissed me. Lord, where is my man? I am tired of little boys and their confusing ways. I am exhausted from these silly games. Please do not think that you cannot be forgotten. Please do not think that you cannot be replaced. Do not say that our bond is so special, but you constantly throw it away. Do not want me when you feel threatened. Want me when you are wanted.
There are some who wished that they could be you. There are some who were filled with envy when they saw the beautiful picture of me with you. I will no longer write of you. I will no longer cry. I will no longer sigh. Do not be filled with disdain when you finally lose me. When you finally lose the toy that you jingle and put on a shelf until dust appears. All of the elements of love are in front of us, but you shun them away. I will be gone, and you will lose the beauty of what we had. You will lose, baby. You will lose.