A Lover's Quarrel..

We Go On and On...
Your Right when I’m wrong…
You’re perfect when obviously I’m flawed... Or So You Say...
I still can’t understand how we aren’t having sex at the Moment but You Tend to Fuck up My Day...
I didn’t come here to fight with you...
But just like the typical guy you want to force your opinion on me and I understand too
A Certain Extent...
You Tell Me that You Love Me... But You Want to Be Right... Mr. Right... So I Go Along with It...
And Going I Go...
Listening to Your theories of how...
The Average Female doesn’t understand guys and swallowing your pride to tell me I’m different...
I’m sure if the Typical Bitch listens to the bullshit you kicking...
It’s trivial to think that they would recognize game and listen…
So are you really trying to sike me out, I’m losing my mind with every thought or rhyme, and at the same time… it’s like I’m trying to find the piece that links me to you… but what am I to do… because every time I search for the piece of the puzzle, I rack my brain…
Oh No.. You can’t possibly feel my pain, instead of saying baby I want to help make this work, nigga say my name…
I’m slowing dying, and you’re no life line…
How can I get my life back… finding every piece but the one that finishes the puzzle, imagine that...
And you’re just sitting there... Looking at me with those Judgmental eyes of yours… Where’s the Love?
It’s a battle... A field that we both are familiar with… You call it home and I often stayed…
It was war… You hated to Lose or not get your way, So You Never started a War that you know I could win or could it get carried away…
but most of the time drama depended on how far from home you strayed or how many of them bitches you were fucking... So at night I laid and you lied...
Now that I think about it… No apology was worth the stressing and the make up sexing and kissing my tears because every night I cried...
But this right here is where the story gets vivid...
I can still remember it like it was yesterday your ignorance only makes me more livid...
How you thought that because I say disappear you gone missing and since you needed the attention... You found some another bitch who would listen…or some other female that you told was special because she was out of the ordinary
Not like me because she understood her role doesn’t talk back so to you that is Extraordinary…
But you told me I was Different… so now we disagree because yall don’t argue… I’m too special for that… to exceptional… Do you hear what you’re saying?
If I was so singular to you, you wouldn’t need a plural… So for you my mans... To God I’m praying… Hoping that you Realize What You have Before it Gone..
Before I Walk Out The Door... And Your Back to Being Alone...
But Damn... Then I'm Back to Being Single.. And I'm Back to Missing...
You.. But No... Suffering... And Being with You.. is Worst than Lonely.. Without You...
And Now.. I'm Sitting Here Confused.. Being So Indecisive.. Not Having a Clue...
Somehow... All it Takes is that One Time... For You... To Call and Seem at Fault.. And that's All I Need...
Within Moments.. We are Back to Being Us... Lovers and Friends... And You Catch Me Back Up to Speed...
Things are Going Great... Until I Notice... More or Less Catch... You in Another Lie...
I Tell Myself that Everything will Be Alright..
Because You Promised that You will Change... Be Better For Me...
And Now I'm Sitting Here Waiting.. Praying that the Day will Come.. When You See..
That I'm Sick of Being Broken-Heartened...
And Just When I Realize that I'm Not Going to Put Up with It Anymore.. I'm Back Where I Started..