I found myself on the other end, on the opposite end of her phone and her temper was bubbling, should have opted to leav,e it alone but she seeked some recovering sympathy's shoulder a on puddle on both of them cried me a river could paddle a boat on them, seeking advice could hear da emotion in, side of her mind she was focusing, on how to repair every sorrow and patch whole in dem, and I was da monkey in middle between yes the both of them, thru him knew her but not very close to him knew it felt wrong, but I kept on, she singing a song, bout how he ain't touching it, now and then had turned to everyday sending me texts about how her day would play paying attention became like a day to day, a daily case of emotional layaway starting to stray away from what was home, into the field where feelings had grown, trying my best, to stay in zone, where only the friendly activities known, made or condoned, but for how long, could this go on, when over phone, had made it known, s confessions to me, about love for him,wasn't as strong, the time that they spent, just wasn't as long, wants to go on, but something was wrong,~ and the how come, my mental had blown,

Aw mane, the game it was on, l knew it was wrong, she kept pressing on, insisting I come, come to her home, when he was gone, we all alone, resistance was none, asking how come, and her reply, chill have fun, bring some 420 to inflate da lungs, and she was hungry to pick up grub, only had twenty no more than dub, she said get 420 I'll handle the grub, and liquor to chug, so nig hurry up, I'm like mama cool, that bees what's up, I'm in da hood looking for a connection, I'm not too indulgent so not well connected, i pulled up on corner I'm clinching protection, I give'em my order I make my collection, then pedal be pressing, I'm breaking neck, to get down to this broad, questionable it may seem, I'm on my over, I know I should not, sometimes the intentions of mind ain't enough to out weigh intentions of heart, I'm telling myself that we not, gone jump battery the cables won't spark, kick it a lil then ways we will part, Bermuda triangle I'll never be caught, besides, that kinda my nigga, and i have no intentions on making him my nigga not, he cool he know that we talk, won't mind if over I stop, making my way I'm pulling in lot, on celly i tell her I'm parked,

She hands me plate, and liquor to drink, after a while, kiss on the cheek, I'm thinking like wow, is this how she greet, did that really happen, is this what i think, reached in my pocket to hand her da green, she bent over slowly in skirt and the scene, was the mouth of the river I'd dreamed it to be, blood rush to the leg became weak at the knee I know I should leave, mind saying go but feet disagree, as she rolls paper and licks it it seems, as if to produce certain feelings in me, she tokes on the leaf, then closers her seat, expresses her munchies desiring meat, she served me then served me, was in for a treat, attention span far beyond A.D.H.D., was nearly complete, as keys rattled lock and the door began, to swing open slowly and froze in the moment I find myself deep in mouth soaking in, prepped for this moment my pistol was toting it, if he jump wrong barrel have smoke in it, so disrespectful she steadily stroking it, as if his anger provoking it,