Hard Rock
What seems to have been a lifetime ago, when you sat across from me and declared to me - "your woman" [at a time undefined] - but at a time that you saw fit, would only seem to be unfair to me now as I wait. I wait. I wait for the time that you said will come. I wait for the time to pass when you said it will only be but "soon enough". Soon at a time that you see fit; which I accepted and continue to when given no other choice besides of walking away from something that I know is right. That you know is right. Yet dwell on until "soon". I understand that there are situations at hand that you need to figure out for us to be together - I do. Despite how frustrated I get, and vocalize it so, I understand the predicament that is now. But what I don't understand is why I get treated like - [insert word of choice] - that my existance headlined by the Destiny's Child track "Buggaboo" when I imessage, whatsapp and call and leave dumbass voicem...