Was something else.

That one boy played mind and emotional games, and it was insane.

We were just nineteen when we met. I braided his hair and he played good music.

We were both in a relationship, but once single, we mingled.

And that’s where it should’ve ended…

We moved fast, said I love you too fast, and moved in together way too fast.

We wanted different things, but we still wanted each other.

I spent 5 years with that boy, but it was nothing but lessons and turmoil.

He was just a boy, and I was just a girl, and we both had some growing…

I was just trying to find myself and didn’t appreciate his controlling.

He was just a boy but began turning into the men around him.

I didn’t care to keep up with Jones’s and was no longer impressed.

“Too white” for their type but “Too black” makes us a hoodrat?

I didn’t like that I couldn’t be myself, and rather move to my own beat and drum.

That one boy was troubled. He hung around the wrong people only to get played by them.

I noticed the game, but some people don’t view loyalty the same.

That one boy loved hard, and I loved him hard right back.

We just did it differently…

We were passionate.

But our love spoke from different energies.

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