From the moment she walked in, I was moving like a low paid extra in the walking dead
because she had me acting like a zombie.Is this what they meant when they said if looks could kill?Because her eyes were a dark shade of suicide.
My first thought was that I needed her “cellphone” number.Since either I was fellow some kind of a prisoner in her world or she was a serial killer that just skipped bail for killing many other niggas like me.Because those eyes were concealed weapons.I guess no one ever told her that “Black Lives Matter”. If murder is what she wrote,then I was a bookworm, and I was even willing to pay for Amazon extra to get that crap one day earlier.
You see I had met many girls like her, but then again I had never met any girls like her. If girls are made from sugar and spice and everything nice,she was made from sugar, spice and everything twice. But my boy once got stung by a bad girl, so I know you can have an allergic reaction to love.So was every text message sent “Yo” the opening line to a suicide note? Was I walking down the aisle or the green mile?Was I reading my vows or my eulogy?Was it Man up or man down?
Rude boys don’t fall in love…But sometimes, we forget to tie our shoe lace and end up tripping into it.Maybe that’s why as kids it was always easier for us to wear Velcros.
Of course we have hearts we aren’t scarecrows,but sometimes we are scared though.
When you come from a place where,you have seen gunshots and cumshots,You learn to think twice about who you put your trust in.
So sometimes I look at my wife,I wonder if I was looking at my assassin, undercover disguised as heaven.Are we both ticking time bombs just waiting to happen? Like Mr and Mrs Smith, get her before she gets me?Like should I resurrect the pimp in me,
So just in case she ever decide to shoot, he can take the bullet for me!Since I got that viral disease, and it seems these hoes don’t mind being infected. So their sliding into my DMs like I’m a sales assistant at Doctor Martins.
And it makes me realize that love is like heaven. We all want to believe it exists but very few of us are willing to die to prove that it actually does. Is that why we are afraid to commit to the sacrifices required to get there?And since am still breathing, am I one of the lucky ones? But after all is said and done,it will be over when He says its done.Rude boys don’t fall in love.
Was that’s all lie?Or is this just survivors guilt?