This ain’t something that you’re used. Let me break it down and explain what you getting yourself into. I’m no good for you. I will neglect, forget and abuse you as if I never knew you. This conversation is great, I’ve already fooled you. Don’t twist your hair, it make me sick. Please don’t smile or I can’t resist. Your mouth will be a great place for my fist. I’m a sweet talker yes but you have no common sense. Everyone you know will hate me for expressing the way I love you. The moment we’re left alone many would never condone this unethical behavior I have for handling my anger. But your state of mind is so fragile to the point you no longer decline my advances towards you. So these three simple words “I love you” is equivalent to “I hate you”. I say “I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again”. Two weeks later you just so happen to bust your chin but you’re continuously ask “why me”. Who should be blamed for these unexplainable wounds? Unless you use rough sex as an alibi, I will not stand here and accept your lie. Now there’s an unnamed infant that dwells inside. You wasn’t expecting a child? Well baby girl why are you trying to hide? You picked me over your family and they disown you, get over here, it dangerous outside. I’m still that lovable guy who was too shy to approach you. I even looked you in the eye and told you I’m the wrong kind of guy. But we’ve just met, Once you give this relationship some time to mature you’ll finally understand what it is that I meant.