For my ex-girlfriend

for my simba something tells me you're out of place, out of mind, out of state. the tears roll an i feel the warm wetness of desperation, its too familiar. dont be quick to think i do not will not would not could not do not understand my simba is the cat, THE cat. kitty miss lady i wish i could stop your tears for you, but pain doesnt decrease because of poettry. wirting can only tease, prick prod the pain and make it go away for another day. when again shes telling you things you dont want to hear. or showing you things you should not have to see. you should NOT have to see, belittlement at the door. youve come to far to have someone else tell you what a simba can an cant do. cus theyre tops are not made out of rubber, the bottoms, not made out of glue. theyre thuggish, ruggish, pimpish, friend like you. theyre loving, funny,bossy, saucy, fun fun fun fun fun! and the most wonderful thing about simbas is your the most beautiful one. most, i dont, need to underrate the appreciation value of the word, beautiful you are, enough with saying, you ARE, enough with trying to believe you ARE because like 1 is to 2 and 2 is to 3, beauty comes right after AShley Fontaine. this girl...look, This girl...i see colors spinning and butterflies i or you or we used to get. details dont matter when friendship is stronger. tears fall but dont let them arrest you, detest the simple fact that maybe you or i or we are stronger than we think. we have more control than we..think. we..have more power than we are pursuing.. we are who say we are and nothing, not no one, not one ex can undo what they did or said or whatnot but it doesnt matter because out of context, life is not just this. more than imaginable. more than words, more than i can spit. more to see the world as, this is definetely not the end of the world. and one poem will not take away the pain but, for an instant i wanted you to think to know to believe to see that i lub you and i will always stay. no matter what the relationship is. no matter who the lil mama and who the big mama. no matta who under whos over who da top an who da bottom.. LORD! i do Believe!! that this is without a doubt just a way for me to convey the ways i wish i could stop those, t-e-a-r-s from falling. to the ground. so im coming to an end and i hope this has changed the mood just slightly ive tried my bestt and written soemthing for you to see that its from within me. even though i know you already know without my 5 hour later text messages, trying their hardest to make it to you. you see me for me. and i just want you to know i dont take it for granted. because when your tears fall i feel the same warm wetness of desperation, its to familiar. so i just wanna see you (without actually seeing you) with that big ole smile on your face, feeling happier because of you, and not anyone else. <3 -Your B. Rabbit copyright.msoppressor.2006