Get a phone call from a nigga, calling me his baby girl. Then get a text from the next dude calling me his boo. Neither one of these guys has given me a title, yet real quick to label me theirs. Talking to me like they own my pussy. We used to fuck on the regular, but I haven't seen you in months. Told both of y'all the last time we talked would be the last time we fucked. Doesn't make much sense to me to keep coming around. You didn't want me to be your girl then, and i'm pretty sure things haven't changed since then.
I know the names I get called because I enjoy my sexual conquests, but the men I take down do the same. I have "male tendencies" because I have a lot of partners, but when you were running through chicks left and right when you was cuffed up that was just a man being a man.
I don't want to wake up one day with a man that makes me feel more alone than when I was by myself. You call me up or text me to get some booty, but wouldn't dream of talking to me to take me out. You don't need my number nor do you need to act like i'm yours. I'm not yours especially if you could barely make me cum, a big reason as to why I won't keep you around. I'm not your girlfriend and you don't make me cum there is no reason to keep you. So when I stop responding or picking up just know that I've moved on to someone better. I've said my piece to you and I wash my hands of the whole situation.
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