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There’s no way I’m letting you in my house, so you can try to tap dance your way to my heart & Harlem shake your way into my pussy
I’m not interested in smoke sessions so that you can cloud my vision of what you’d like the session to led to.
“I’ll bring a bottle” tends to be the most common self invitation
Perhaps we should have water to quench your thirst instead
Once the bottle method fails
I’m sure you’ll ask me to stop playing w you so that you can dumb me down and start playing me
And I won’t let you
Im then considered a child
A bitch maybe
Following that he’ll refer to me as stuck up
All because he’s mad he has To accept that fact that that’ll he’ll never be able to stick himself inside of me
Can you come to my house?
No sir !!!
Respectfully 😘
I can still smell your coconut oil scent in my sheets
and I’ve washed them plenty of times
I’ve tried deep conditioning my roots to get visions of your timid smile out of my head
I’ve soaked in our memories with hopes of it all going down the drain once I’m above water
Am I crazy for hoping to be remembered by someone who easily forgot me?
-Should I Really Miss You ?
Delusional
When you were making this bed
You didn’t seem to care about my comfort
Now I’ve adjusted to her scent on the sheets
And made it my very own
Just for you
-KillaKat
He suggested that I not get attached
As if his actions weren’t a magnet To my bruised little soul
He vomits these words every day as if it’s a motto he lives by
As if he’s pledged some sort allegiance to himself to never again be attachable
He says these words with a smirk of uncertainty
Unsure if he’s speaking to himself
Or me
And I notice
He says these words so much that he’s starting to sound like a broken record
But I have yet to change stations
Because his sweet nothings are my favorite song
-Reverse Psychology
You love me?
Or do you just love any soul that’s not her at the moment?
If you’re so bored with home why don’t you put it up for sale instead of having one foot in her door and one foot on my heart
You love me?
Give her back her key
–KillaKat
Aquarius
I vowed to never love another man more than myself
Then there was you
A creation so beautiful, coming from such disaster
As hard as I play
You’re the only person that can soften me up
-KillaKat
I need you to survive
You look so comfortable in my skin
More comfortable than I’ve ever been
Making my body your garden
As you water me with your nutrients
Locking eyes with me causing my once broken soul to sprout and feel alive again
–KillaKat
Let Me Go
I searched for reasons I’m unable to Love yesterday evening and after plenty of research I’ve come to the conclusion that it is YOU who is holding my heart hostage
Aiming your snake slithered tongue at any rescuer who dares to save me
Stepping on my toes as I try to walk away from you
Holding unto my hands as I’m struggling to loosen my grip
Capturing my soul as I try to escape this darkness you drive me to every time
Staring into my eyes as I try to look for other options
Whispering sweet nothing into my ears so the next man has no room to be heard
–KillaKat
Hennessy
Putting my lips around you and feeling you enter my throat harshly is that only thing that makes me feel alive these days
You’re the only one I’ll ever swallow without shame.
–KillaaKat
-The Culinary Artist
Instead of using a knife toward my back
You used your hand to snatch my heart right out of my chest
chopped it up into tiny little pieces and cooked it for quite some time before you were ready to serve me to my enemies
Well done
You are definitely a brave one
–KillaKat
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