My crazy
He said am crazy. So he can't handle my shit. Told me I play too much. Ten toes down I ride hard for him still. His flaws I done accepted made them part of mine. But the question is can he handle my crazy. Because I'm different everyday. At times I don't care. At times am very clingy. I might let him chill but I get very jealousy. Damaged goods is what am portraying. Because the thought of losing him is sickening itself. I might break his windows, suck the life out of him. Make him wanna leave me... Baby this is just a phase. Even though am a lot of work, I'll still wait for him at home with dinner and ready to make him eat this coochie π¦π₯. Because I love him,but can he handle my crazy. Can he keep up with my tantrums. The crazy love making after. Am insane, he's my road to sanity. Even tho he makes me loose my cool, he sweats me more. My other half. My soul mate in short.
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