I want you to read my lips, know what I'm saying, interpret every word. Listen to what I say as if your listening to my heart beat. Listen to what i say as if your listening to my heart beat.
I wanted you to listen to the emotion in my voice. I wanted you to do something even when I said to let it go. Why did you let me drift away? We didn't make the choices to right our wrongs, to right the mistakes- so I drifted away. I wanted you to do so many things, but you didn't; to say more than what you did, yet you didn't; to tell me sweet things that would make me feel complete, but you didn't. You didn't listen.
I was fragile and you broke me. It was like telling me the love I had for you wasn't enough, it wasn't perfect. It was like telling me my words didn't mean a thing, it's like telling a child they can't sing.
Damn it! You didn't listen to me; didn't listen to me even when I wasn't speaking, you didn't pay attention to the signs. You caused a rage that made m own soul stand still. It's the hurt after the bee stings, the tears that fall from an angel's face when he realizes he's lost his wings. You didn't listen, listen to when I cried; never listened when I just wanted you attention so I'd force myself to lie. I cheated, I argued, yet you didn't care- you became my barrier instead of my friend. You became my wall, even sat there and watched as I went through it all. You didn't listen like a church who doesn't listen to it's priest, like a tree dying with falling leaves. It was obvious, yet you didn't hear me even when I yelled out loud, you didn't hear me walk out the door.
Even if you wanted to listen to me now, you should've listened then, when it wasn't too late- and even though I tried to be patient, the hardest thing was realizing after all that time, you weren't worth the wait.
-Butta Love, the provocative verbalist
