Love Me? Love Me Not?

Had a crazy weekend and I have been trying these past few days to make since of the situation.

Since I can’t make sense of it on my own, I figure I would just ask to audience to weigh in on, Love Me? Love Me Not?

Here it goes!

You told me you love me before the words could formulate in my mouth. Gave you a way out on several occassion, but you held onto your guns and steadfast. So I began to believe the words as they left your lips and entered into my soul. As time past, I found myself uttering out the same words. Friends of many years paused in their steps, shock by what they too have heard for it was not a characteristic trait of mines to use such foul language in public. My mother taught me better than that, if she was to hear such things, she would wash my mouth out with soap with sorrow. But I take the blame for believing, because not soon after I found out that truth. Your love had find its way to another.

I was hurt by the deceit, shed a tear or two, but after I licked my wound, I took a look over at you. All the things I wanted to do, but I instead I continued to spread my legs for you. Was it because I still loved you, or was I just trying to prove something to myself by screwing you. Was it that you didn’t break me and I could be a nigga about the situation too? Everytime you were deep in me, I could hear you say “I love you”; knowing in my heart it wasnt true. But I continued, little by little, weining myself off of you.

Now that I am finally free of you, you call my phone for a little bit of convo. One day pass, you call again, another day pass and to my surprise its you again. Checking on me to see how I’m doing, keeping tabs on where I’m going, make me question how is she doing? Then I realize its because you are in town, and you want to come on over. Get a peak at whats going on between the sheets.

Do I look stupid to you? I know you still fucking her and in fact last time I recall, I heard the same three leave your lips for her too. If thats the case, why do you care about laying in my bed, am I some simple shone to you? Please explain to me how you think this story will play out Mr. Playboy Bunny. You hop over to her and say “I Love You” then hop in my bed and say “I Love You Too.” Against popular belief, you can’t have your cake (and ice cream) and eat it too. So for the last time please let me know, do you love me or do you love me not? Inquiring minds would like to know.

Author Unknown


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Welcome to the home of the The Other Syde of Me Blog. The Other Syde of Me, is the blogging site of two higherly educated and never to be underestimated divas from the South. Friends, SISTUHS, Co-Signer/ Co-Defendants, Accomplices, Ying and Yang, are just a few of the words you can use to describe the bond between the two. In order to know one, you must know the other, without both pieces, the picture will never be clear. Living parallel lives but differing in view points, travel into the drama that this two call life. The First Chapter begins....

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