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This could be a song.

Baby I gave you a taste of my love, now you’re running.

I showed you my demons now you’re scared.

I showed you my strength and how bad I can take it but now you want me to be soft. 

Baby I can be your friend, your confidant, your G, the one you call when you’re winning and the one you  come running to when you’re losing.

I can be yours if you want me to.

I can stay away if you want me to.

When I said “i love you “ I meant it but now I just like you. 

Delete and block your number only to add it and dial it again. 

You want me for my body, I want you for your heart. 

It’s fire and ice. Gotta stay away.

Your presence is calling but I must stay away. 

Never to busy for you but you’re too busy to love me.

It’s not you they want, it’s the thrill of having to chase you when you run away only to have you all to themselves.

I don’t do the chasing, I get chased.

I don’t have to call, I get the calls.

I don’t have to try, they beg for my attention.

I don’t do the spending, they invest in me but I said no. 

I don’t bring things to the table, I make the table stand so what can you do for me?

I don’t beg, they give me soft life without asking.

Too pretty to be waiting, I decline calls while you beg for my attention.