First, let me start by saying, yes I’m still single. For those of you who follow me on Twitter or FB, you might have seen me referring to my recent life situation . . . but let me assure you, I am single.
All that being said, let me also say I am still a Shirt Wearing Member of #TeamBreezy. But I can appreciate a good Album, and Talk that Talk by Riri FiveHead is just a good ass album. So good in fact, it’s inspired me to write this blog. It could actually fall into Words and Sounds of Me, but this blog is more about relationships than the music. Now that that’s all out of the way, please press Play, and Let Us Begin . . .
I can pretend that I’m not lonely
But I’ll be constantly fooling myself
I can pretend that it don’t matter
But I’ll be sitting here lying to myself
Sometimes, in our efforts to pretend that being Strong, Black {or Insert Your Race Here}, and Independent keeps us warm at night, we lie to each other. “I don’t need the stress of a relationship, I’m trying to focus on my career.” We laugh with our girlfriends about how we see heauxs at the club, just trying to get chose. “I would never have my ass hanging out like that, just to get a dudes attention.” But when we go home, and get into our beds, we secretly admit to ourselves how nice it would feel to get chose.
We all want someone there to hold
We all wanna be somebody’s one and only
We all wanna be warm when it’s cold
No one wants to be left scared and lonely
For much of this year, I have been alone. Not just lonely, but ALONE. None of my friends – my close friends anyway – live anywhere near me. I saw ONE of my best friends this year, just one of them. I haven’t seen my mother in more than a year. I’ve lived this stressful year, alone. So yes, I know what being lonely feels like. I also know that most of my friends judge me for putting myself in my current situation.
So I guess I’m a fool, I’m a fool in love
But I’m willing to stay here, And bask in the glory of his heart
I guess I’m a fool in love . . .
But I’m willing to look so stupid, ‘Till I’ve had enough.
When I wake up every morning, I’m happy. I haven’t been able to say that for a VERY long time. Yes, just 6 months ago, this same person shattered my world into like, a gazillion pieces. But before that happened, I was HAPPY. I know the difference between Happy and Content. I’m going for Happy right now, because Content is a LONG way away. I’m learning, Love takes many different forms. A Mother’s Love is unconditional {in most cases}. It’s always going to be there. No matter what dumb ass life choices you make, your mother is going to be there to help you pick up all the pieces. {My} Father’s Love is solely based on whether or not I need something from him. It’s there, underneath the clouds of smoke, and looks of disappointment, but if I was relying on it, I’d die.
You see a monster, I see a smile
You say it’s danger, And I’m in denial
But somehow I feel so safe right now
Your friends, the family that you have chosen just want you to be Safe and Happy. They want you to make decisions that they understand, and they can justify. Because I understand this, because I have felt the EXACT same way because of my friend’s life choices, I shouldn’t be hurt that no one understands mine. But does it hurt, yes it does. However, in real life, they aren’t here to hold me and keep me warm at night, are they?
Cause you know how to give me that, You know how to pull me back
When I go runnin, runnin . . . Tryin’ to get away from loving ya
You know how to love me hard, I won’t lie, I’m falling hard
Yep, I’m falling for ya but there’s nothin wrong with that
In trying to listen to all my friends thoughts/opinions, and worrying about what everyone else would think, I’ve stopped myself from being honest. In real life, I go to sleep with his arms around me, and wake up looking in his face.. Nope, we aren’t dating. Nope, I’m not in a relationship. I’m just Happy. And right now at the end of 2011 aka the Year From Hell, that’s enough.
I’m able to close my eyes, Yet my heart’s not so blind
I feel so entitled, LOVE OWES ME . . . I want what’s mine
And some say love ain’t worth the buck
But I’ll give ’em the last dime, To have what I’ve only been dreaming about.
Joyful Words of Wisdom 