My thoughts from the last, my past…

This wasn’t supposed to go wrong! So why did it? I let my guard down because with you I felt safe. Stupid me! I guess I’m stupid for thinking you liked me, wait no you did. I was stupid for thinking you liked me enough! Enough to be honest, enough to not lie, enough to not cheat. Thank god I haven’t seen your face since this all happened because I can honestly say now I’m weak but if that happens I will crumble. And I hate that I’m so sensitive and I hate that I cared soo much! Truth is I think I liked you way more than I needed to and way more than you liked me. But hey I chose to put myself out there, so are you really the one to blame? I can’t blame you for my emotions and the amount of them but I blame you for how you made them come out. I blame you for being so fucking you. From your beautiful skin texture and tone, to those eyes I like to look into and look away quickly because I get butterflies. Those big arms you wrap around me and held me tight till I hear your snore in my ear soft but growing in ferocity. It’s an ugly sound but damn do I miss it. Wrap your arms around me once more and kiss me softly, gentle like you’re afraid to hurt me. Your hand touches my face, down my arm and to my waist. Afraid to grab, touch or even graze my butt as if it would offend me, a gentlemen. I take your hand and place it there giving you an okay. You let it rest there, it’s a nice feeling but moving on because its not one of those stories. The word swag maybe played out but damn boy you got it. Seeing you in this and that got me speechless. Now your physical is what captured me but what you are is what kept me. You’re a smart, charming and funny sweetheart. You make me laugh when you say something funny, blush when it’s sweet and pout when you leave. Why can’t you stay? Why does it have to be “this way”? Why didn’t you care enough? I’m at a lose for words and thoughts. I’m not sad and crying because hey shit happens. I’m sad because I let it happen. I let my guard down and said I didn’t care if I got hurt. Do I regret it? Hmmm I don’t know. I don’t regret how good you made me feel, how happy I was, I just wish it would have went “my way”. This is my sober rant. This is my 2:32 am call. My thought process because my mind won’t rest when my body says please. This is my feelings and a piece of my heartache. But I’ll get over it and get stronger. I won’t blame the next because the last. I just have to progress. It’s a process, I’m learning.

— Imani

Tyga take me NOW!!! My body is toooo ready!!

After watching that new episode of Careless World TV… That always happens to me.

To my fan fic readers…..

Hey people!

So my semester is finally over! And I will be updating my stories again! I’m sorry that I am just getting to my messages on quizzilla but I’m back so get ready for some juicy stories!