Me and the Tonies
Ain't nothing like a fake concert in my room. I love Tony Toni Tone so much, I can listen to them all night. Which I most definitely plan to do.
I've laid low from the ex since I drove up. I had to work OT tonight, so he was looking out for me. He knows my schedule too well. I could see him in the window when I drove up. I stalled getting out for a few seconds, give him a chance to act like he wasn't in the window watching for me. I guess he'd rather be seen there looking desperate.
I hate missing him, I had a certain power when I declared myself done with our farce of a relationship. I could look at him and not feel much of anything... he could drive by my house and I wouldn't trip. But I let him touch me, and I might as well given him a .38 to put a bullet in my ass. Basically its doing the same thing, burning a hole into me. But irrespective of what happened (or almost happened), I can't change the fact that he's an opportunistic bitch... meaning bitches out whenever it suits him rather than facing the situation at hand. I can't have that. I gotta have a man at all times, and thats damn sure not too fucking much to ask. I refuse to believe that its too much to ask.
Nope, I didn't call the un-crush. Luckily I didn't tell him I would, so it ain't like he's expecting it. I think ultimately he knows I'mma punk out until the last minute. Which is exactly what I'm gonna do, so it's all good.
Well I think I'll turn in early. I'm kinda sleepy for some reason.
I've laid low from the ex since I drove up. I had to work OT tonight, so he was looking out for me. He knows my schedule too well. I could see him in the window when I drove up. I stalled getting out for a few seconds, give him a chance to act like he wasn't in the window watching for me. I guess he'd rather be seen there looking desperate.
I hate missing him, I had a certain power when I declared myself done with our farce of a relationship. I could look at him and not feel much of anything... he could drive by my house and I wouldn't trip. But I let him touch me, and I might as well given him a .38 to put a bullet in my ass. Basically its doing the same thing, burning a hole into me. But irrespective of what happened (or almost happened), I can't change the fact that he's an opportunistic bitch... meaning bitches out whenever it suits him rather than facing the situation at hand. I can't have that. I gotta have a man at all times, and thats damn sure not too fucking much to ask. I refuse to believe that its too much to ask.
Nope, I didn't call the un-crush. Luckily I didn't tell him I would, so it ain't like he's expecting it. I think ultimately he knows I'mma punk out until the last minute. Which is exactly what I'm gonna do, so it's all good.
Well I think I'll turn in early. I'm kinda sleepy for some reason.
posted by ~~~. at 12/21/2004 08:54:00 PM
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