I'm makin' moves and you runnin' in place...

Okay, so...

Sometimes I wonder to myself if I want entirely too fuckin' much. All I want is love, right? Hell, all I want is a decent check without all the deductions. What do I get? FICA and a whole lot of disappointment.

I went through a whole two documentations about the Hidden Venom, and the sick part is, the Venom was so hidden, he hid from me. All I want to know is why?

Why you gotta do me like that...

I never asked for this. I never asked to be spoken to in a sexy voice. I never asked for the compliments. I never asked to lay beside you and listen to you breathe. I never asked for the weed-laced kisses that were soft like peaches. I never asked for the ox-tails. I never asked for the first kiss at Fleet Bank. I never asked for the $25 I got sent home in a cab with. I never asked for the Che Guevara tee shirt.

Wait, I did ask for that...

I never asked for the late night phone calls. I never asked for the text messages that started my day. I never asked for the voice mails during my work hours on your cigarette breaks. I never asked for the stalkerish phone calls you made when I didn't keep my phone on vibrate when I was getting my pedicure. I never asked for your friendship. I never asked you to care. I never asked for you to leave, either.

The lardaceous broad vocalized...

I'm done, yo. I'm absolutely done. I'm done with the Venom Squad. I'm done and down with love. I've come to the realization that, although I have admirers, and I feel like a rockstar these days, cats are not checkin' for the love I'm checkin' for. I want life and death love. I want the kind of love that wakes you up in the middle of the night just to call him because you couldn't sleep and the first thing out of your mouth is his name. I want the kind of love that Toni Morrison wrote about. Sarah Vaughn sang about. John Coltrane played about.

The kind of love I cry myself to sleep about.


A Love Supreme...