Berkeley Bred

When souls are tied, it's never goodbye. A boy I was that summer evening I met you, pulling your belongings out of the truck and into your new home. I knew it was love then. A whole man I was the day that you met me at the altar and agreed to love me until death do us part. A shell of a man I've become since it did, unable to move on, move forward, or progress in any way until I discovered that not even death was permanent enough to keep us apart. A better man I'm destined to be, knowing that, at some capacity, you're still with me. Our love is one that never dies. It moves mountains. It calms seas. It transfers souls and shifts lifetimes, knowing that there is no one else in this world made for loving me.

I'ma spin and spin and spin and spin again. Gutted, I was the day you left my side, but I understood it was no one's fault but mine. I pushed you away, wearing my pain on my sleeve while pursuing a passion that stemmed from that very pain. In the end, you decided to choose yourself, and I could never fault you for that. But it hurt and still does 'til this day. Anticipation. It kept me waiting for the day you'd walk back into my life. I padlocked my heart to keep everyone out until that day came because there was something in me that convinced me that life wasn't cruel enough to keep us apart. I kept the faith that you'd return. Dazed, I considered myself the day that you did, knowing there was no way I would let you go again. In any capacity, I needed you in my world, so even with stipulations, I agreed. It didn't matter how much or how little; I just needed you there. Crushed, I am, knowing that we've grown to be different people with different views on life, and we're no longer aligned. But, baby, I'ma spin and spin again until we are. Because there's no nigga in the world who deserves to love you more than I do.

Go tell that nigga you fucking the boss now. A menace, I was, the duration of my life. Unsure of what was next, who was next, or where I was headed next. The only for-sure shit in my world was my paper and my people. The ice around my heart was still intact, never being penetrated or as much as tapped. Amazed I was the day I encountered you. The perfect analogy for your government, you were cold, Mommas. The impression you left on me heated me to the core, thawing the ice around that red vessel, awakening it from hibernation. A man on a mission, I became the minute I decided that it was you I wanted to myself, promising to never share you with anyone else. The way you came into my world and brought all your beauty with you gave me little room for error. You made me want to be better. You made me want to be the nigga that woke up each day just to love you again. You made me want to choose you over and over and over. And I did. A mess, I was discovering the world we created with one another had been infiltrated. Discovering I was no longer invincible and you were touchable flipped a switch so deep in my dome that I didn't think it was reachable. In the midst of it all, a tear formed, disrupting our bond. Mommas, I'll spend the rest of my days repairing it-but only after the threat has been neutralized.

I'm not the n*gga you can creep with, Pretty. Smitten, I was, the day I stepped into your space, uninvited and unable to give a simple fuck. Aroused, I was, the second your lips parted and your words serenaded me. Without a doubt, I knew I would take the opportunity to part the lower pair and mark my territory with precision. Disheartened, I was to learn that you had vowed to another n*gga what should've been mine from the beginning, whether I'd stumbled into your world yet or not. The fact that you settled without meeting me first left a bitter taste in my mouth, forcing my hand. My mission was easily established, and I refused to rest until you were beside me. Whole, I became, the moment God answered those prayers I put in and blessed me beyond measure. From that day, my priority has been and will always be catering to your every desire because you deserve a love that doesn't make you wonder, whimper, or worry. I've got that kind of love and I'm here to give it to you.