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Sometimes.

There is a song by Erykah Badu called, “Sometimes” and it truly expresses how I feel about certain lovers in my life.   There is a song by Bilal, called, “Sometimes” that too expresses how he feels about his love that I have adopted as a favorite song.

So, therefore, here is my version of “Sometimes” not for any one particular person, but for several heartbreakers…fuck ya’ll! 

Bitter much?  Nah, I never really got to tell y'all how I really feel, probably never will, but if ever I had a chance, the chance would be now. Fuck you all for hurting me.  There, I said it.  I feel better!

Sometimes I wish I would have never walked in on you and her, it would have changed the course of our relationship.



Sometimes, I wish I would have never sent for him, therefore you and I would have had a longer chance.



Sometimes I wish you did not come over that night while I was wearing the tempting blue dress that made you weak.



Sometimes I wish I would have never let you take advantage of our friendship.



Sometimes I wish I hadn’t taken the blame for our failed relationship, because now, you live in a self-absorbed unaccountable world where I hate you.



Sometimes I wish you’d quit telling me you miss me and just call me and say you’re downstairs.  Actions, baby, actions.



Sometimes I wish you’d quit calling and texting me because you know how much I miss you, but you hang up with me only to lay next to her.



Sometimes, I wish that you’d love me like you did before because I never felt anything like it.



Sometimes I wish you weren’t such a lying, deceitful, yet charming and handsome alcoholic.



Sometimes I wish you weren’t married.



Sometimes I wish you’d fall off the face of the earth…but then I’d miss you, therefore I wish I could fall of the face of the earth so you can feel how I feel right now about you.



Sometimes I wish you’d leave me the FUCK alone…GO AWAY!!!! But because I’m a sucker for you, I’d never tell you.



Sometimes I wish you were more mature.



Sometimes I wish you could handle my mouth and not let the things I say get to you.



Sometimes I wish you were here to verbal battle with me because these fools can’t take it, you was and you ARE the champ, my nigga.



Sometimes I wish you’d handle my body like you used to...in the rain, with the candles lit, with Isley Brothers playing.  I can’t listen to Isley Brothers now, thanks!



Sometimes I wish you weren’t so self-centered.



Sometimes I wish you could see my heart, my soul and understand where I’m coming from.



Sometimes I wish you’d listen to me when I say I can show you better than I can tell you.



Sometimes I wish I didn’t have a heart that feels or a brain that thinks.



Sometimes…


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