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I wonder…after all the heartbreak, suffering, and pain you’ve been thru, how I was there for you. How you could REMEMBER to call/text me when something went wrong. But now, when everything seems perfect for you, you always FORGET me. How you always forget about me, unless it’s about a new ride, or something interesting to you. It’s funny how when I ask you questions about why you do the things you do, it takes a while to respond to me. How now, the friend I originally made when I started where I currently work, now forgets me too, cause shes so far fetched in your world. I want to say fuck you and leave you the hell alone, but deep inside I see a little boy, you, that needs a true best friend. You told me you needed me. You told me you wouldn’t know what to do without me. I think the same of you, but now, the feeling isn’t mutual. You don’t care about me. You only cared that you had someone to talk to/lean on when the bitch cheated on you since Sept. - Dec. Hell, I was even “there” when you cheated on someone. It hurts me to hold on to you. I try 100%. You only try 0.5% with wack ass excuses. “You’re always busy”, or “Umm they’re my roommates and we work together”. Funny….when we first met, we were in different departments and we STILL always hungout almost every day….hmmmm…I’m not FUCKING stupid. But hey, it’s all good. God put you in my path to make me stronger. And I appreciate that he has a sense of humor. Prove to me that you care. Prove to me that you even think of me as a friend. Cause as of now, I can’t help but think that you don’t care. If you don’t…tell me….cause the lies you’re quick to tell are quickly going to get you dropped. Luckily, you didn’t know me back then…cause I would’ve fucked you up by now.
Love is simple, but we make it hard with our trappings. We make love difficult, painful, hurtful and regrettable because we keep trying to figure out how to do love right. In order to do and get the right kind of loving, we place demands, restrictions, and conditions on our loving, and those we love. Sometimes it works, usually, it does not. And when we get hurt, we blame love. Love does not hurt. Falling into the traps we set for love makes us hurt ourselves. Love is the experience of joy we have, when we have the courage to tell the truth. It is the power we feel when we are willing to be be exactly who we are, and allow those we love to do the same. Love is not what you have been told, what you have heard, and what you have seen in the pictures. Love is not a tool, or a weapon. Love is the key. Love is the key that allows you to see more in yourself, and about yourself than you would ever dare show to the rest of the world. Love is simple. You simply give love, or you don’t. You simply know love, or you don’t. You simply are love, or you continue to fall into the traps that make you hurt yourself, because you fail to acknowledge yourself of the love that you are.
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