Call a Dog a Bad Name to Hang It

I don't know if i was truly thinking forever. It was a nice comfortable relationship. We spoke daily, had a few laughs, saw a movie or two, and made out a lot.
Maybe i saw myself being comfortable with that, inspite of the things that worried me. But it was a relationship, and i was enjoying it. Till we started getting to the period when it all crumbled. I could feel it i guess; the pulling away. And maybe i should have acted first or faster. But i didn't.
But here is the thing.

Why give a dog a bad name so you can hang it?

You wanted to break up with me. You were done and ready to quit. It might have been better to try to work it out, but babes, we were not married and i could not hold you down. So why didn't you just break up with me?
Why did you choose to play mind games instead? Staying away, Making me think i was paranoid, Not taking my calls... Being a jerk!
Then you have the audacity to say you didn't like my friends, my taste in music, nor anything about me?
You said you saw traits in me that worried you? That i reminded you of your exes?
You even started getting me to believe i was mad, bad and sad.

Dude, if you wanted out, why didn't you just say so?

That Day

Friday night. Was at the club with friends, talking, laughing it up. Getting our weekend off to a good start. Griping about the stress of the week past and looking forward to the 2 day break from the daily grind.

Then I heard her. I'd made a joke fully expecting it to fully expecting it to fall flat.....not everyone gets my jokes :( ......but someone laughed. I turned around to see who my new best friend was and saw her. I smiled. Said something that must have been just as witty because she laughed again. .....and then she replied with a witty quip of her own. From that moment on, I was gone. We talked and laughed the rest of the night. We ditched our friends and went clubbing together. Found out she was an awesome dancer. I took her back to her place in the wee hours of Saturday morning. Drove home with a huge stupid grin on my face, wondering if she would think I was a stalker if I called her back now......

It took me almost a year of toasting, psyching, begging, sitting downstairs in the car waiting for her friends to finish analyzing me so we could go out, frequent visits to Chocolat Royale, Silverbird. Yes, it was hard but nothing good comes easy right? So she finally agreed. And it was bliss. Utter bliss. The best years of my life. Until I caught her that is......

Da-Ddy

Boy likes skin on skin
Said he likes the way it felt when he put it in
Girl gets pregnant and calls silly cow
But silly cow acts true to type, asking 'HOW?'
How?
You like skin to skin
You like the way it feels when you put it in
So please be ready when baby calls you da-ddy

Poetry!

I wrote great poetry for you
I wrote then, and sent them as an sms
Then you threw a Pity Party and showed it to all your friends
Hate you for that, dat no be lie
You threw a Pity Party and showed your friends my very private poetry!

The First Fight

They say the first fight can make or break a relationship
At the least, it can determine how other fights will go.
They also say a man will treat you like he treats his mother
But that is another post entirely!

Our first fight began as my fault; i was testing to see how far i could take my sulking. Not far it seemed.
But his reaction?
Scared me to no end!
No, Tomiwa was NEVER physically abusive. I doubt he would ever have been, even if we got married and had mini-TomTos babies! But emotionally?
Wow
Tomiwa was the King of the Freeze Out!

When you upset him, you became non-existent. And for me, whose world centred on being happy and calm?
It killed me!
Plus, to make it worse, he didn't come for my first exhibition in a long while. Even though he had been there through every worry and every practise!
He just didn't come!

I should have known there that it wouldn't work. That's now how i fight. And that style would have killed me...


Oh wait
It sort of did
When we did break up