Diary session 1
(Collaboration with the amazing lyricist: NEPTOON)
To my ex:
You are my beautiful disaster.
Meeting you.
Getting to know you.
Learning about who you are.
Building memories with you.
Laughing with you.
Cuddling and watching movies together with you.
Going on walks.
You holding me when I would cry.
You holding me close when I was super sad.
You getting me a gift on my birthday as you've never done that for any other girl as you say.
You teaching me different things.
You comforting me when I was worried about my mom's health.
You being there for me when I collapsed out in the open while we were heading downtown to hang out.
You comforting me when at my lowest times.
You being my protector whenever I felt unsafe.
You teaching me different ways to be healthy.
You telling me that you were proud of me when I so desperately needed to hear those words.
You talking on the phone with me for hours.
You being there to cheer me up whenever I need a good laugh or smile.
You helping me handle important business whenever I didn't have the knowledge of how to do something important.
You being there whenever I needed someone to vent to.
It was all so beautiful.
The disaster came in when I saw a completely different side of you.
One who would yell at me.
Call me a stupid b***h
Pathetic.
Loser.
Saying I need mental help.
Saying I'm a sad case.
Calling me useless.
Telling my friend how you found her sexy, and if you met her before me you wouldn't have been with me.
Comparing me to other girls.
Asking a girl out behind my back because you so called forget I was your girlfriend.
Asking a girl out right in front of me.
Sending my friend a thirteen minute audio pouring your heart out to her about your feelings for her.
Telling her how you used to look at her and think of wanting to put a baby inside of her.
Publicly humiliating me by calling me out my name.
Calling me retarded.
Not telling me you love me whenever you don't want to say it.
Telling me you find other girls sexy.
Liking other girls while you were supposed to be with me.
Telling me that you were planning on sleeping with another girl in the midst of one our short breakups.
Telling me how you want to ask other girls out.
Telling me how you want to find your dream girl.
Telling me you settled for me.
Telling me I'm not your preference in girls.
Saying I'm not wife material and that you only see me as a baby mama.
All of that was a disaster to me.
You know what hurts the most?
I've been through a lot with you and you've been through a lot with me, but I was never anxious to leave.
I stayed.
I took the emotional abuse.
I took the humiliation.
I took the several times my heart was broken and I gulped it all down like it was nothing.
I loved you so much that it was so hard for me to leave.
Every time you blocked me and I had to be the one to beg for you whenever you were upset with me, it felt like I was dying without you.
My heart would ache so much without you.
No matter how mad I was at you, I never deprived you access to me.
But whenever you were mad at me, I was always deprived of you.
And that hurt.
I could love you through the bad.
But when the going got tough you wanted to jet.
I was a fool for you.
I was a fool for love.
And I don't totally regret it.
Knowing you was beautiful.
Knowing you was also a disaster.
Loving you was my beautiful disaster.
(NEPTOON)
What goes around comes around like race cars on a track
You lost a good girl
Don't think you'll get her back
If you do your on a clock
Before sense come to her quick
Then she'll realize her worth
Realize you ain't shit
When she kept it 🅿️
Loved you loyalty
Love respect trust
Minus 1 lose 3
You had to chase what could last 2 mins
What You had what could last 2 centuries
Calling her out her name
Always her to blame
Leaving her messages on seen
She might not be nothing to you
But she end up being a Kings Queen
When a woman love
She love for-real
She was running with her heart
You intercepted with the steal
She lost W
You won her none of you
Karma always come back around
When it's Unaware to you
She can have any man
More attractive
More credit than you
When you see her on top
what you gonna do
Wishing you were simpin
But was out there pimpin
Now the tables turn like Kahled
And you need some attention
Love could of been dro
Now you sitting there stupid
Reaping what you so
By: W.O.S. & Neptoon
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