Lately,

It's been a minute, slowly getting closer and closer to the end of the year, and I understand that you have a lot of things on your mind, and a lot of other things to worry about. But I've just been feeling neglected. Complaining like a nigga and shit, but real talk. I tried holding my composure, but I guess this is the one and only outburst I'm going to be able to let off. It seems I'm the last priority on your list, and that's cool. All I'm saying is don't take me, or this relationship for granted. We've been going at it for awhile, and I just hope it stops, the fighting, cussing, yelling, fussing; straight up annoyance. I can't really remember the last time we've been great. I mean we've been good here and there, and we've been alright. Don't prove them right, don't allow what they're saying to be true. We're supposed to be equal, 50-50, not anything more or less. I don't want others making you realize it, but you, yourself. I'm trying to be understanding about everything, but there is only so much one person can take before they give in. It's like a boxing match, I'm in my 468th round, I've been hit by uppercuts, jabs, and a few haymakers, I've fallen, but with no hesitation, I stand back up on my two feet, slowly at times, but I reach that point, where I stand with my head up, ready to continue on. You fight for what you believe in, you fight for what you love, you fight for what makes you happy. I've been. I'm not questioning whether you are or not...I am just hoping the reason causing all of this grief is the fact that we are both busy, but if this is how it is going to be when we both are free, then we are going to have some problems.
You show me affection one way during 2nd period, but when that bell rings and we step outside the door, it's not the same. My hands are empty, my arms are cold, your affection is shown to everyone but me. Now why is that? I don't know.
We used to be that couple, hella cute and shiet yknow?
I see more and more couples everyday, and you can tell they're a couple by the way they are to eachother, shooot. Sometimes I say to myself, man I wish that was us. But it's just wishful thinking.