Not this time

We fought , we'd make up. You played your games , I'd say I had enough. I knew you were playin , I needed the proof! I couldn't regroup.. I felt like I just needed to have your touch all the time, I fell psychotic.. I was jealous and needy not myself what a fucking pitty. I needed the light ! I wanted to just feel that I was ok and alright.. I was so gullable , but by the time I had figured it all out... God pointed at me and said ( There won't be an easy way out).. Not this time!!! I had a seed growing , and I took the seed an ran after reaching out and you smacked my hand. I ran with it I stayed away, But, never to just to be ok. I felt so hurt and badly confused, I started to refuse that this had to be it. I moved on and made a promise to my seed , that for his 16th Bday he would know his dad. at first it was ok, and then the patterns roared its head again. Talking on strange schedules, and things made sense. But, most of all its become intense playing the same game back this time. Not gonna get sour like an bitter ass lime. Im coming out on top this time around. You cut me, I cut you .. All I ask is for you to be close to him, because yours and my time has already grown very dim. Not this time!