- shrug. Someone come keep me company on Yahoo, writtencocaine.

Thanks, or I might fall asleep. Y’all stay up, phone coming soon. Bout time huh?

I remember growing attached to never become detached because it felt so right to be attached to her. Like she’s the perfect attachment to my left or right rib, which ever one is missing.. I remember these cold winter days when she became missing. Staring out the window watching the autumn leaves fall upon the damp street of time, the time she’s spent out of my reach, out of my understanding.. I remember us when we were understanding and I spit her a line someone never spat to her before.. something like a metaphor and I told her “You’re like a big bag of cords tangled, and I’ma be the nigga to sit there and untangle them. That’s me understanding you.” That was the corny metaphor, that I spat to win her heart and she still has my heart with the thought of it.. I start blushing, butterflies begin to flutter their wings as if I remember our first moment we spoke, when she gave me her number in a manner I never thought before.. “Hey, you never text lil ole me.” Indeed, she’s the seed to feed my happiness, when I am adrift this boat of passion with her big brown eyes in which I imagine to stare at and drift off into her heart only to return loving her more than I did before.. I remember when our love would grow but now.. It just seems to be stuck at low or it only knows slow paces. I remember her loving me, ‘cause that’s the only information my heart detains for the sake of her human soul to be back once connected with mine. I remember when we use to have the same bed times, or it would just be us staying up talking until we fell asleep, never on the count of 3.. just her falling asleep to the last thought of talking to me. See, I remember when I felt on top of the world from the day we met, til the day she left.. and even then.. I still had her & that’s how she’s kept. Call me what you want, but I want to remember the best.. & I re-read the books we read or attempted to read.. and re-watch the movies we watched and attempted to watch and re-think the conversations we had when all we did was laugh. I even relive the arguments when we’d play argue then it turned real but even after it all we’d make-up still and be laughing. I remember… her not being able to express in words in a actual conversation about her feelings but she at least tried for me. Even when I did community service, she felt like my ride-or-die to me.. because when ever I needed a shoulder to lean on.. She wouldn’t lie to me, about me bitching up - telling me to man up.. ‘cause she sees something no one else can see inside of me “Since you bought those oreos, I knew you were something special”. I remember her stimulating my mental, and motivating my everyday with her thoughts. I remember the first poem she showed me that she performed. I guess you can say I miss it, all of the smiles & the feelings.. stopping a funny moment for a second of serious.. just to tell her I love her.. & for her to never forget it..

If she reads this.. she know who. I be thinking about her, but can never communicate with her anymore.. ;/ Fate is a crazy thing, and she taught me to believe in that.

I’m finna hop & the shower and wash my balls. Then piffin’ on some haze mixture I conjured that I found to be wonderful together Hawaiian & Purple haze. Mmm, heaven. How the fuck yall doing.. I’m posting this str8 from the shower too.. Lmao mhm, I’m on Y! bored as fuck.. Someone entertain me.. I’ll pay you a dolla.

WrittenCocaine - Y!