I Still Love Him, 2015

I met this guy when I was 15 years old and what I loved most, he had so much soul..he always kept it real. He was gangsta but a gentleman. The way he talk and listen, I could tell he was a mental man… He was deep, and a man of god fasho. Honestly, that’s probably what made me want him more. Even though we was out here on our own sh*t, i knew right then he was the one i wanna roll with… So whenever he’d roll up, i’d just roll it up. Man I swear us smoking blunts is how this started up. We was blowed at Grandma Pam’s in the back. It was late and my clock said that my momma want me back. I remember, right before i said I LOVE YOU in the ‘lac. First he looked at me and smiled, then he laughed and said it back. Hopped up out the car, come close, adjust the hat. Kissed me on the lips and it was different after that…yea..our hearts was in it after that…. Then we flirted with the idea of what could be. After all these years we finally building what shoulda be-e-n. Went from chillin every other weekend, to coming home to them good kisses every evening! For him I wear my heart on my neck like a locket. On his is the key, he has the power to unlock it— and thinking on this morning, sorry not to change the topic but, what’s some ink to a last name? I wanna rock it cus…he the only one i see a future with 4reals. I’ll write him endless poems just to remind him how I feel. Man, this love is so real, so exquisite, so supreme… He treats me like he loves me so I treat him like a king…