Wednesday, April 25, 2012



You're the type that loves them ones like Drake

But fucks them ones like Chris Brown


You sing'em a slow love jam

But cheat

When the club mix hits


You always asking:

Why they always wanna hurt me?

Why they always wanna treat me so bad?


You never ask:

What made him so cute?

What made him so sexy?

Why do I remember every word he said?

Why do I remember everything he did?

Why didn't it ever matter?


You're the type that wants love

You're the type that feels it in all of the wrong places

You're the type that lets a broken heart lead

You’re the type that  listens to dysfunctional minds


You don't even know your name any more

You don’t even know who you are


You'll figure it out one day.


©Christopher F. Brown 2012


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