“Baby you my everything, you all I ever wanted
We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it.
You be up on everything, other hoes ain’t never on it
I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it.”
Once upon a time, a man I loved whispered in my ear.. “Baby, you the fuckin’ best. The best I ever had.” I walked around with my chin up, head gassed, and my chest puffed because the efforts I made for my love were acknowledged and appreciated.
I did my duty, I paid my dues. I was sometimes a complete bitch, sometimes needed to do me, but always a good woman. But, alas, this is not a love story… this is simply a story about love. Because I held on to that one time, when he said that one thing, about me being the best…. and I believed him. And I was confident that he would treat me accordingly, until time after time he proved me wrong.
Until I could no longer take it. So, the best he ever had walked away. And instead of making the effort to chase me, he let me leave. Because even though he said I was the best that one time, his ego told himself he was the best all the time.
Fast forward to a place where I find happy. Where is he? Somewhere out there tryna see if another girl’s best compares with mine? Tryna figure it out? Maybe. But he’s trippin — because I’m, simply, not trippin’.
Yes, I gave him the best of me. But I refuse to let him get the best of me. Because I’m tryna become the BEST of ME.
Y’all should try it sometime.