Some days

Some days I miss her, other days I resent her.

All days I think of her; the idea of her; the image of her; the want of her.

Fuck. I am a freakin’ mush ball, maybe even pushover. Forgiving and forgetting, seeing the positive above all else, wanting to be there for everyone – compromising - or maybe I’m just wanting IT above all else.

You take me as I am, girl I'm a take you as you are
Even though my fam don't understand
My people on the block, they don't understand, no, no
Why I put that rock up on your hand
Cause I take you as you are, you're a star - Wyclef