Tuesday
You wake up in the morning feeling like P-Diddy
You go to bed clean wondering if he, did he?
Then you txt a young boy from outta your past
Thinkin it’ll be ok I still got Todd – this fling won’t last
but then my mind wonders if this is just like all those boys before
Just another catalyst to ease the pain by trying to score
Then my mind remembers “you already had the conversation about sex”
And still my heart lingers in fear it feels like cheating on my Ex
Too much thinking-I’m not even there, knowing if he cares he’ll wait
Because first I have to see what happens four days before March 8.
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