It’s okay to disagree…
And it’s okay to love and hate me.
But there was a point where our relationship became more than unhealthy.
The fine lines between what’s expected and what’s not okay is complicated.
You become used to the insults and the put downs, your mind and body adjust to what’s tolerated.
But that never makes it right.
You push me until I engage within the fight.
The only way to win is to stop playing.
Why waste time caught up in the drama when I could be slaying.
Time is precious and you have to decide who is worth having in the end.
Why obsess over your enemies when you can make worthwhile memories with family and friends?
