Wednesday, September 8, 2010
i wanna carve your name and mine with the heart around it. scribble your name with my last name all over my driveway with sidewalk chalk. i wanna cut out paper hearts with our names on them and put them in all of my neighbors mailboxes. i'll even get on twitter and get put in twitter jail for tweeting it too much. i just love you. and i don't care who knows. if you're my woman. and i'm your man. what's the problem? if you aren't ashamed of our love. if no one else matters but me, who cares what they think. yes, we may fight. yes things might not always be perfect. but who's in this relationship...them or us?
luther vandross said it best..
"your secret love..why can't we tell somebody..cause secret loves, never last as long. your secret love, will never be your true love...i can't be your secret baby..it's breaking my heart"
you don't wanna break my heart do you? then stop acting like you got something to hide. i have to admit i'm beyond jealous of people who exclaim their love for others. i know that sounds real gay. but i'm serious. it's something about someone being proud to be with you. someone appreciating you. someone not afraid to tell anyone that they're in love with you. and they just don't care. it's like..whatever. you can judge my relationship, the person i'm with, the things we're doing vs. what you're doing..and i simply don't care. do you know how sexy that is?
i'm not talking about the overboard, "i got a man" shit. i'm talking about the woman who sincerely gets excited to be with her man. one that grabs my hand, when another dude walks by. that's her, "i got a man" line, not a ring, not an excuse, not a detour. one who smiles every time she talks about me. one who talks about me and you can feel the love pouring off her tongue. i want to make you feel like that. i want you to be so overcome with love you can't keep it to herself. because that's the way i love you. i'm the type of guy that when i get a real girlfriend all my friends already know what's up. my mama already knows your name. my female friends know that i gotta see 'em when i see 'em. i talk about you even when i don't realize i'm talking about you. i think about you all the time. i have no problem claiming you. no problem incorporating you in every part of my life. if my biggest regret is letting people know how much i love(d) you then i regret nothing.
everyone should know my name, not just your neighbors..
[day #3: sweet talk week]