Chris Bosh Troll Face (by brkyyilmaz)

You make it really hard for me to hate you

Ironically enough, you know I love you so much, yet I could never date you

But that doesn’t mean I can’t be there for you, like my wayward son I’ll aid you

Don’t know why your parents spend money on a shrink when I could be the nigga to relax your mind, body and soul, like a chill pill to sedate you

They say nothing gold can stay, so I guess what we have here is silver, good thing I don’t mind second place, fuck the element AU

Feel free to text me whenever you need someone to talk to. I promise it’ll be the same as before, only difference is instead of “hey babe” I’ll reply “hey you”

Merry Christmas

Ouch, love hurts like a bitch

Broken heart, sew that shit stitch by stitch

Our love died, no funeral service, just throw it in a ditch

A ditch just like you ditched me

Left a nigga hangin’ like the KKK lynching

Love hit me hard, that’s what I get for not flinching

I tried to fight the feeling, but the feeling kept clinching

Stole my heart around Christmas time, grinch-ing…haha

You were the girl of my dreams, till reality came and pinched me

Real nigga shit.

Even though you’re all I write about

Thoughts of you I try to block em out

We loved each other, without a doubt

But I take into account, it wasn’t the same amount

I loved you more, you loved me less

You did me dirty and didn’t clean up your mess

I loved you a lot, you loved me a little

It’s a shame we couldn’t meet in the middle

My insp-her-ation for these rhymes and riddles

You walked away from me, and outta my life
Instead of walking down the aisle, and becoming my wife
I tried to do the right thing, propose with a ring
Cause you wanted something serious, more than just a fling
Still you did what you did, ask myself why, like Google and Bing
You and I like two love birds, love songs we’d sing
But the love never took flight, birds with broken wings
And I hope some day you read this, if you do it’ll sting
Cause what I say rings a bell, like dong - ding
And you be goin back n forth, like pong ping
Read it backwards, I’m never in lack of words
Oh, and if your man looks at me hard, ima splack a nerd
No point in trying a fourth time if you slacked the third
Spitta.