All the Fireflies in France

By Heather Maria Ramirez

This writer does it all. Her new wine Drunk Poet is in the making, exotic flavors to pick from inspired by her books. This writer's new perfume line can be purchased at kimmymakescents.com. This new novel, All the Fireflies in France is a one of a kind love-story reader's are going to love written by what they are calling the people's Paperdoll. Heather continues splashing ink onto blank pages collecting the hearts of readers world wide. Her next book is already in the making titled, The Leonardo da Vinci Romance Story. Miss Ramirez is also a song writer in the process of entering the U.K. song writing contest. A quote from this writer known as the peoples Paperdoll. I was born to write, this is my purpose. To live is to write, not to live is not to write. I shall die just as I have lived, as a poetic princess, a queen in the writer's world, as a lyrical writing goddess. I am the people's Paper-doll a title I had to earn. I used to be an unknown writer living as a starving artist,with a hunger to create. I had to keep writing until they read me out. I love my reader's and supporters, I write for them for meant to be reasons, because I am their Paper-doll."

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 25, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481774437

Heather Maria Ramirez

Heather Maria Ramirez is a writer of many things and she has been dropping one classy book after another. With this fly writer, readers will never know what to expect from her next. She has beautiful children, an adorable cat, and a spoiled little Shih Tzu girl dog named Princess Shiloh. Heather Maria Ramirez is still seeking her law education, and stays very busy, being a mom and writer. Stay on the look -out for her other upcoming novels, which are sure to keep her fans and readers entertained with one amazing read after another. Heather Maria Ramirez is a vegetarian and a supporter of animal rights and shelters. One of her new novels to be released soon is titled- The Book of Letters, which is a remarkable collection of writings. She will also paint each letter from that book to canvas to sell at auction to support animal rescue organizations. This hot selling new author has been referred to as the new queen of the writers world and after reading one of her novels; readers will surely agree that this writer has an unforgettable writing talent. She is an award-winning writer. HER BOOKS HAVE BEEN SAID TO BE BETTER THAN REALITY TELEVISION SHOWS Find books by Heather Maria Ramirez on many on line sites or catch her at a book signing. Heather Maria Ramirez has written a book of songs and has headed to Nashville Tennessee in search of the right voices to bring her beautiful songs to life. This writer is without a doubt making her mark on the world. She will surely continue to climb to the top of success within her writing career.

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All the Fireflies in

France

Heather Maria Ramirez

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© 2013 by Heather Maria Ramirez. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 07/13/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4817-7442-0 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-7444-4 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-7443-7 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013913295

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Contents

The Goddess of Poetic Terminology

I’m Looking For The Perfect Him Oh, Love… Just Give Me An Eminem!

*Paris*

The Argument

She’s a Sugar Skull

Traveling Butterflies

The Window

Paperdoll

Chapter 1       Taking Chances

Chapter 2       Leaping Into New Beginnings

Chapter 3       Until Death Do Us Part

Chapter 4       I, Jacob Kingston

Chapter 5       The Other Side of the Mirrors

Not So Perfect Heather

UN-CUT

The Girl with the Sexy Tattoo’s

Written by: Heather Maria Ramirez

A.K.A

The Flyest Writer

The Goddess of

Poetic Terminology

Nevertheless, Heather Maria Ramirez is without a doubt known as the poetic princess of poetry. She is famous for her classy writings, whether it is songs, music, or novels; she has won several writing awards and has become an addiction in the world of readers. Oh, yes! Here is another classic from the New Queen of the writer’s world! These are the unlawful ink tales of a poetic princess. She is a criminal, because she steals every reader’s imagination. She is addictive and can become a habit readers refuse to give up to the point ya can’t even Dr. Drew the situation. The addiction just continues and a reader does what a reader does and just keeps reading on with one book after another written by this trend-setting author. The cycle continues, because the writer does what a writer does and keeps writing! Can ya see this unstoppable pattern! As the story goes on, let us continue . . .

Heather Maria Ramirez is the owner of her own company where she creates with her artistic abilities whether it be painting, writing music and songs, publishing books, or working with Kimmy Cavallo with Kimmy Makes Scents from California. Heather teamed up with Kimmy and Kimmy is creating unique scents with her most gifted talents and creating unique names for this writer’s perfume and cosmetics line. Kimmy has created one of many beautiful and exotic scents, one of which is called Fire-fly to go along with this new novel you are holding in your hands now, written by the fly writing author Heather Maria Ramirez. Kimmy has also created other scents for amazing people, some that were inspired by the Twilight movies, as well as, fragrances for the Pussy Cat Dolls! Find it at KimmyMakesScents.com for purchase or pick up a bottle at one of Heather’s book signings! New fragrances will come along with each new book Heather Maria Ramirez drops, because that is just what fantastic exotic fly writer’s do especially when teamed up with one of California’s most talented fragrance creators . . . Heather Maria Ramirez is the owner of her own company called Fly Writa’z Ink . . . Enjoy the read and stay on the lookout for many other new books coming out by this author! Open the door to your imagination and allow the Goddess of Poetic Terminology to take over and become pleasurable and entertaining company for the minds of worldwide readers. Believe it, as it is written, because this will be a reading journey you will never forget . . . This book is graphic, raw, and un-cut. Warning! There is strong language throughout this book and very descriptive sexual scenes of a hot sweaty romance! A Reader just may not know what they may stumble across on these pages. Parental discretion is advised! This is a book about life in general, situations, and circumstance. Nothing in this book is sugar coated, besides why would it be . . . This is life and life is raw and un-cut, because unfortunately we all live in a CRAZY world. So, if you find this book offensive then the author has suggested you may politely read something F@$&-ing different! Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s all been said before . . . Opinions’ and judgments,’ we have all heard it before. As the human family we are it seems almost natural now-a-days to hate on and bash someone’s character out of envy and jealousy. Personally Haters do not get the best of this author who has already covered this hater issue with a vent book available online called, GODMOTHER QUOTES OF HATEROLOGY 101 THE INSANE BOOK OF TRUTH, written for and dedicated to the fly and the innocent who get hated on for no damn good reason! However, as an author, Heather has quoted many times . . .

"I will write about what I want, when I want, and word it how I want. If ya don’t like it then don’t purchase the damn book . . . This book is just a collection of random writings about my experiences and of others who have confessed to me of their own experiences, also including a full novel titled . . . All the Fire Flies in France . . . Now, that we have passed the introductory for this new classic, let us get on with it.

. . . Shall we? Great, I am ready whenever you are ready, my dearest readers A.K.A my beloved inkloids . . ."

Live . . . Love . . . . Write . . . . Travel . . . IMAGINE!

Give it some definition!

Create Chapters That Are Jaw Dropping!

Leave each heart denting ending shockingly unbelievable.

So, it is undoubtedly remembered!

DRINK ITALIAN IMPORTED MOSCATO WINES . . .

FOR A FLY WRITER . . . IT IS JUST A WAY OF LIFE! Drink up!

I FEEL SO BLESSED . . . DEAR GOD, I THANK YOU,

WITH ALL MY HEART!

Be hard to figure out make the world really think, it keeps shit interesting for the nosey Ned’s and Nelly’s in the world! Leave a memorable mark with your pen and an echo with your writer’s voice. Be a FIREFLY with your own unique glow!

Stay on top of your game and make sure your haters always have new shit to talk about, after all that is their job! If your haters are not talking, gossiping, making shit up, trying to frame you, not dogging the shit out of your name until it is literally unrecognizable, then you as the fly motherfucker you are must not be doing your damn job right. Stay on top of your game, because the best revenge you can give a hater is a smile, show off your happiness, and keep doing what you do as successful and flawlessly as you been doing it no matter how many speed bumps haters place in your path! Remember the simple-minded haters in your life know not what they do. God forgives and we should to, but God forgives us when we don’t! Guess I am not setting the best example but ya know I am just as human as you are . . . Well, sort of!

. . .

Read fly books written by hot authors . . . LOL! JUST SAYING!

God bless you all . . . . Xoxoxox The Fly Writer . . . Enjoy the read! Put ya seatbelt on because this fly writer is about to take your imagination for one hell of a ride through these entertaining chapters . . . .

*ALL THE FIREFLIES IN France*

It was a classic in the making!

The next two new releases coming by this author are titled . . .

Rare Pearls and the Cuban Kiss, which is the next part of the Cuban Kisses sequel . . . After that, this writer will be publishing another amazing read titled. The Leonardo da Vinci Romance Story the Missing Sketches of Love . . . There will be more classics to follow . . . Such as, the amazing rapper: Cuban Links life story . . . and many more to follow . . .

I’m Looking

For The Perfect Him

Oh, Love . . .

Just Give Me An Eminem!

I’m looking for him. Yeah, I’m looking for him! I need the right kind of man, not just another bullshit love story that comes to a sad end, leaving me emotionally whipped, lashes to my heart, yet another lesson learned, it shows from my trophy scars and if I showed you it in the flesh my wounded and stitched together heart of hearts, then you would understand! I should have known better from the start! He was the type a player that wasn’t going to do much changing for love, cuz he’s stuck playing that game of breaking and collecting hearts. I can’t reminisce it, cuz I’ll talk shit to myself like . . . Damn chick you sure can pick them! Why do I punish myself with the un-necessary? Ahhhh . . . the depression . . . Here we go again me and my old friend. Yeah, me and Mr. Lonely double dating, with pen, paper, and empty wine glasses . . .

I’m looking for a new him . . . The one that stays, not gonna cheat, he is my ride or die and I’m his drive to shine. No, he is not gonna leave! A fly him . . . No average Joe is gonna be the one, I want that real thug love, when the hand fits the glove, he’s my moon and I’m his star, just me and him against all odds . . .

Give me an Eminem . . . Yeah, that crazy love . . . We fight battles on the battlefield of love . . . The disagreements and insecurities all lovers go through it when they got a good thing and scared a losing it . . . I’m tied into you baby, so don’t burn down the house a love . . . Strike the match to the fire of trust . . . I’d be a fool to go . . . not letting go . . . Why would I go, it’s normal for a lover’s scene to get a little abnormal . . . That’s what makes it real . . . no fake bullshit, no sticks and stones gonna break the heart bone, you’re my gem and I’m the only Diamond, yeah your only one! You need no mocking bird to whisper promises, no liar’s web to be tangled in, when we fall short with some disagreement . . . Cuz at the end of the night all is fair in love and war again . . . His hands in my hair, my naked ass in the sheets right before we smush the argument and let love breathe . . . .

Where is he . . . I’m looking for him . . . I need a Kanye attitude. Yeah, give me that dude, give me that dude . . . Materialistic love that aint it, we sticking together whether we got it all or broke as shit . . . As priceless as a 50 cent kiss that gangsta love scene just me and him, a strong one, surviving all odds, cuz the ninth hit still didn’t dent the armor of I’m gonna rise above . . . He rose above! Yeah, rose above the drama . . .

Yeah, I’m looking for him, I can feel it in the air alright, I gotta have me a fly guy, so I’m a link up with some of that Cubano love . . . I want the best not the kinda a chick gonna settle for less . . . I’m picky as hell, so no average Joe’s gonna fit the bill . . .

Not a ho . . . So, I don’t crush a lot, but if Pun was around we’d drop it like it’s hot and bang-bang-boogie some love in the Bronx . . . . Cuz I’m looking for the realest of real one. Yeah, it’s my book I’ll write what I want . . . This is my somewhat of Vh1 gotta find the right one, where the tables turn and I got papi’z trying to write their way in to a writer’s heart . . . I’m a pick and chose till I find the right one . . . That’s right compete for my love cuz I’m her that fly one . . . Cuz I’m feeling trapped in a cold lonely, I want love realer than a Liz lifetime movie.

Give me a Hollywood love scene without a rehearsal baby . . . Give me real love . . . Give me reality . . . Gotta be a fly one cuz I’m looking for him . . . Yeah, I’m looking for him . . . I want a classic romance like Biggie and Lil Kim . . .

Just give me an Eminem . . . I’d walk eight miles and back again or to the ends of the earth to hear a brother like Tyrese singing to me about the softer side of love, when he sings that why you want to act like this and that love song . . . damn where is he at when this fly mami’z down and out and needs a pick me up? . . . Gotta get at that . . . Damn, I wish Tupac was around to thug love with I’d keep my head up and together we gonna Bonnie and Cyde romance like it’s a stick up . . . Don’t want to be left broken hearted like Fab did Emily where she gets to leaving, he kicked love off track now he be stressing how to get a good chick back . . .

Give me a love story without a break in the chapters, a happy-ending, a forever after! I need a Chrissie and Mr. Jones effect, vampire bites—the two of us for life, where he tells the world his girl’s his one and only love . . . We gonna work through this baby, I have a left but you my right arm, we gonna weather any storm . . . hold on hold on! I need a Fabri Fibra romance under the Milan stars that a definitely get a girls heart to pump and fall smack into love giving a girl an addiction to that fly boy stuff . . . Yeah that Italian love a sexy type of amore just cannot give it up . . . Where is he at! I want a dude like that . . . They say God makes someone for everyone . . . Well I’m still looking and still waiting for my Mr. Perfect to show up . . . The hell with these playaz just out to emotionally whip romance to shit . . . I just aint gonna settle for no ordinary guy . . . Give me a Havana night of romance . . . Yeah, link it up! Link it up! Sugar Daddy . . . Every chick needs one . . . Every chick got a type . . . Every chica is looking for their Mr. Right. I want a French kiss and silhouette lovemaking on a Montana sunrise . . . Just give me an Eminem . . . I’m just not gonna slip or fall for just anyone. Nah, he gotta be a fly one . . . Cuz I’m looking for him. Yeah, I’m looking for him . . . Just give me an Eminem . . . That fly Detroit white boy with that sex appeal . . . Well that’s the plan, hold the Stan . . . Just me and him! Give me an Eminem . . . I need the right kind a man, not just another bullshit love story coming to a fucked up end . . . Another lesson learned again . . . I said . . . just give me an Eminem . . . Yeah that love crazy, crazier than love, he gonna burn the house down cuz I say I’m fucking leaving again . . . But at the end of the night all is fair in love and war cuz we smushing the argument to let love breathe again . . . Just give me an Eminem . . .

Just give me an Eminem . . . . His name is and his name is! I’m looking for him . . . Gotta be a fly one cuz I’m picky as hell . . .

*Paris*

I close my eyes and I am back in Paris. If I reminisce hard enough I can almost hear him say . . . I miss you . . . Paris, yes, Paris. This is an unexpected love, one of those types of love affairs that catch ya of guard. We met in the streets, in passing, our eyes locked. Two strangers, love at first sight, some would call it cheap or a one nightstand of lust, but we seen it differently, besides what do they know about us. It was love at first sight, a feeling we both felt and could not fight. Funny how two people from two different worlds and two different lives could connect so strongly within a short time? I mean, what were the chances really of meeting someone so randomly, it was so unordinary the way love crept up behind me and hit me out of nowhere and so damn unexpectedly.

I was not looking for love but it found me and if love was a spider, I became the prey tangled in its web, bitten, poisoned, captured willingly. This is just not your typical type of love story . . .

I had broke free and traveled overseas for a break from the abnormal, but dear God the way me and this stranger made love, the passion, the lust, the hair pulling just can’t be normal. The steam from that hotel shower had to be a combinational aphrodisiac effect of the taste of my lip-gloss when I kissed his lips and the scent of the cologne on his skin, naked as hell . . . lusting in sin . . .

I miss you baby . . . today and forever . . . and I’m gonna still be reminiscing tomorrow and the day after! I should have stayed. Would life have been better . . . That’s still a question I ask myself! Damn, I wonder . . . Would life have been better, to be held in his arms day in and day out. I mean on a regular . . . if so, maybe I could have stormed the weather of what my life is really like outside of a French kiss under the Eiffel Tower or the way his hands out lined the frame of my curvy body in that hotel shower . . .

Two strangers in search of something that was missing . . . we were from two different worlds sure to collide. A man and a woman living two different lives, but it damn sure was love at first sight . . . He’s still the first and last thing I think about when I open and close my eyes, before I drift off to dream . . . I always have Paris on my mind!

We were both reaching for the door to the entrance of a French café to escape the sudden storm hitting, the instant attraction, and the lights flickered, and the kiss in the rain . . .

Power outage, but sparks still flew, a vacancy sign, an empty hotel room. Nothing ever felt so right, hit head on right out of the blue! Strike a love match and let me set fire to an old flame. I miss you baby . . . Forever and still today!

Our names didn’t matter nor the past . . . It was all about that moment and making it last! We spoke two different languages but one thing is for sure, when it comes to the language of love nobody needs words . . . It’s in the eyes, it’s the stare in that look, it’s the kiss and the way it feels when your hearts against his, chest to chest, and face to face . . . Flesh to flesh! Ahh! The butterfly effect . . . scared to breathe and scared to blink! Naked skin chilled like ice yet steamy all at the same time. My God is make love the first night and love at first sight really this way. It’s almost like dreaming when your wide awake . . .

I’m missing you baby . . . everyday!

It kills me inside remembering, thinking back, his broken English and French accent . . . Pleading stay . . . I hesitated . . . I did . . . then I was the last at the gate, the last one on the plane . . . I let him go I walked away . . . afraid of love . . . afraid of sacrificing it all, just to fight an unwanted war with heart-break, if in the end he did the walking away . . . Now, I wonder did I make a mistake now that I’m an ocean away . . . All I know is . . . I want to go back, just let me go back, just like I do in my dreams every single night.

If I had the wings of a dove and the magic from a hat, I’d catch that flight and make it right. I just want to go back . . . no longer am I scared to make the sacrifice, there is no happy ending if lover’s don’t take chances in love, bet on the gamble, and risk it all . . . Just to know . . . Yeah, just to know rather than never know at all! Sometimes, life is so off track, when things are out of your hands when romance folds and falls to the left coming to a sad, sad end . . . Even when it is not over it still ends! I will never forget how hard goodbye felt, because it wasn’t over for me yet and it wasn’t over for him because I felt it in his goodbye kiss . . . I should have stayed and played for keeps . . . They say if you love something set if free . . . and he let me go but he said to me . . . I’ll always be waiting in case you come back to me, because we are more than just a romanced history, there could be a future if you would open your eyes and see . . . Paris. Yes, Paris . . . A place where I found love, left love, and want to go back to find my love. I dream . . . He is the first and last thing I think about before I open and close my eyes every night . . . I am back in Paris! I want to go back. I just want to go back. If I had the wings of a dove and the magic from a hat, I would catch that flight and make love right again and again . . . Paris . . . I miss you . . .

The Argument

(The boyfriend says) WHERE YOU THINK YOU GOING GIRL! YOU CAN’T JUST WALK OUT ON ME. YOU NEED ME YOUR NOTHING WITHOUT ME! I MADE YOU BITCH. YOU MAY HAVE WRITTEN THE LYRICS BUT I SANG THE SHIT. YOU ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY WITH THIS ACCUSING SHIT. If you ain’t see it happen, then it didn’t happen, my so called boy told you that shit of a lie on purpose cuz he wants to fuck you… He wants what I got! Everybody wants what I got! Why can’t you see that… Being blind to the fact is the path you are traveling down leading to you playing ya self in the end! Watch and see cuz you are only going to have yourself to blame in the end. Mark my fucking words! You’re crazy for believing everything you hear girl! DAMN! STOP PACKING YOUR SHIT! STOP PLAYING WITH MY FEEELINGS GIRL!

(The girlfriend says, WHILE PACKING HER THINGS) YOU AINT SEEN CRAZY YET. GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE MUTHAFUCKA, cuz for real YOU AINT SEEN CRAZY YET… PLAYING WITH MY HEARTS LIKE A GAMBLE WITH DEATH… I’M TRYING TO BE A LADY ABOUT THE SHIT IF YOU KEEP FUCKING WITH MY EMOTIONS YA GONNA BE TAKING YA LAST BREATH SO ENJOY THE AIR TONIGHT AND BREATHE WHILE YOU CAN!

(The boyfriend says) Okay, okay baby… I’ll admit I fuck up sometimes and I’ve slipped… But I am in the studio all night, bringing home the bacon, I butter your fucking bread, you driving a Benz at my expense, I gave you a house in the hills, on every finger you flashing diamonds and gems, them groupies ain’t shit but to serve a whorish purpose. I’m a rapper its apart of the life, a part of the game and at the end of the night them bitches don’t mean a thing.

(The girlfriend says) Answer me this… What’s 1+1= you dumb mutha-fucka! Answer me that… ???? (The girlfriend laughs and says) What am I fucking thinking I’m dealing with a hopeless dumb ass who got ran over by the short bus a groupie was driving and then your ass was dragged along dumb-ass lane and then ditched somewhere minus a fucking brain… A victim to his own ego, that’s who you are playa! (The girl friend looks at the boyfriend and says) It’s okay you slow mined fuck I know you’re not a fucking mathematician but the answer to the question is 2… . One +ONE= EQUALS (2) . . . and I’m a say it real slow for you, so you fucking get it this time. A relationship means two people that are committed… Next time check ya calculations… You dumb fuck. You cheated… You have cheated more than once and now you are so caught… You contaminated the relationship. Now there is no trust… And you have some nerve to question me when I say it’s over… There’s no more us… I’m done… I’m just as good as gone… And as far as these diamonds on every finger go. Here take them back cuz money can’t buy love. The keys to the Benz you can have them BACK too and you forget that I still have the Benz I already had when I met you, so don’t act like I was some broke bitch without a hustle when you met me !!!! You was the broke one, I held it down for you, so you could dream big, and live your dream remember, when I met you, ya ain’t have shit yet! My ride will be here in 20-minutes anyway, and I’m out believe that shit… Hypothetically speaking, fuck this Cinderella theme… You can have back the tiara, fuck you and this castle in the hills, you claimed you gave me, so many cracks, dents, and walls coming down and hidden secrets around every corner the shits gonna haunt you late at night when the walls whisper with the memories of us cuz I am done with this life-style honestly I’m over it all… It’s just not gonna work… BESIDES, WHILE YOUR TAKING ALL THE CREDIT FOR EXPENSES REMEMBER WHEN YOU WAS OFF BRAND BEFORE YOU MADE IT BIG AND I BUSTED MY ASS ON A NINE TO FIVE TO PAY THE RENT WHERE YOU LIVED, WHEN YOU DIDN’T HAVE A DIME IN YOUR POCKETS! ALL YOU HAD TO OFFER WAS POCKET LENT BUT I NEVER COMPLAINED ABOUT SHIT WHEN YA BROKE ASS DIDN’T HAVE A FUCKING POT TO PISS IN!

(The girlfriend cuts her eyes at him with that now aint’ the time to push your luck kind of look . . . THE BOYFRIEND JUST STANDS WITH THAT STUPID AS FUCK LOOK LIKE HERE SHE GO WITH THAT SMART ASS ANGRY SHIT CUZ I’M BUSTED LIKE HELL AND SHE MAD AS SHIT! And it’s to late there’s an earthquake cuz I covered one lie with another now a mountain of lies is falling down on me . . .)

(A CAR HORN BEEPS SHE GRABS UP HER SHIT TO LEAVE, HE GRABS HER ARM AND PLEADS HIS CASE . . . . BUT ITS TOO LATE . . . HE’S JUST GOTTA WATCH HER LEAVE . . . IT’S JUST TOO DAMN LATE!)

His emotions rush him watching her go, so he says shit to make her hurt the way he hurts having to watch her go . . . damn he knows he’s done fucked up cuz all the times before she cried it all out and brushed his wrong doings under the rug . . . This time it is different, and it is fucking his head up, his emotions rush him as her foot-steps off the last step of the staircase and she heads for the front door!)

(THE BOYFRIEND SCREAMS OUT) If you really try to leave I’m gonna beat your ass, come here girl, come back here right now. Don’t make me step out of character bitch, you got a mutha-fucka ready to bang some heat!

(The girl friend turns around and laughs right before she says) You’re a sad simple minded fool… You are a more worse and embarrassing disaster than my seventh grade failed science project I fucking flunked out on… Please, you got fucking rocks for brains… as a matter of fact the next time your making hasty decisions why don’t you unzip your ball sack take your brain out and pop it back up between ya ears where the mutha-fucka belongs… Besides, you lay one fucking hand on me and both of my brothers are gonna curb squash your bum bucket ass! What kind of a man claiming to be a player, ends up playing himself so fucking bad in the end, cuz you lose this time. WHAT YOU AINT HEADED TO THE STUDIO TONIGHT… I mean don’t let me hold you up. I mean, by fucking all means that count, I never stopped you before. Oh, I forgot you can’t count… One = one cuz all you care about is yourself remember we already been through that… You are a free man now… WELL HERE GOES YOUR LOVE SONG BABY… HERE GOES YOUR REALITY CHECK… DROP A TRACK ABOUT THAT SHIT! You a rapper right well this situation gonna give you some real shit to rap about… YEAH, AS A MATTER OF FACT I BET IF YOU DROP A SINGLE, YOU WILL SELL A MILLION ON THIS TOPIC… IT’S YOUR WAY OF LIFE RIGHT BABY. WELL GO LIVE YOUR FUCKING LIFE… AINT SHIT IN YA WAY NOW! I AM NO LONGER YOUR EXCUSE! SO, THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS SING ME A LOVE SONG BABY! YOU OWE ME THAT ALONG WITH AN APOLOGY BUT GOD KNOWS A BITCH AINT EVER GONNA GET THAT… SO WHY FUCKING ASK, WHEN ALL I GET IS LIES AND LAME EXCUSES… But you know what playa… I’m gonna find the right one… ONE DAY THE RIGHT ONE IS GONNA FIND ME AND HE MIGHT NOT HAVE YOUR TALENTS, FAME, OR YOUR MONEY, WHICH NEVER MATTERED ANYWAY THAT’S WHY I’M WALKING AWAY FROM IT emptied handed and taking nothing… NEVERTHELESS, GOD SEES ME HURTING, AND SEES ME HURTING BAD, and SEES ME LONELY AND GOD’S GONNA FIX IT! THERES SOMEBODY FOR EVERYBODY, AND WHOEVER IS MEANT FOR ME IS GONNA FIND ME WHEN I AINT EVEN LOOKING… AND when IT HAPPENS WATCH HOW EASY IT IS REALLY GONNA BE FOR ME TO FORGET ABOUT YOUR TIRED ASS… HE’S GONNA LOVE ME AND I’M GONNA BE ENOUGH… YOU SIT BACK AND WATCH. YOU JUST WATCH.)

(THE DOOR SLAMS AND HIS HEART FALLS RIGHT THROUGH HIS STOMACH AND ON OUT HIS ASS. YEAH HE HAD A TIME SHITTING OUT THAT DAMN REGRET. SHE CRYS ALL THE WAY TO THE CAB SLINGS HER SHIT IN THE CAR AND PLANS ON NEVER LOOKING BACK! WHEN IT IS OVER IT IS OVER . . . . THERE JUST AINT NO TURNING BACK . . . EVERY PLAYER HAS TO fail at playing the game TO KNOW WHEN NOT TO GAMBLE, NOT TO PLACE THE BET . . . SOMETIMES A GAMBLER HAS TO KNOW WHEN TO FOLD, WHEN NOT TO RISK IT ALL . . . AND THE STORY GOES . . .)

(THE BOYFRIEND IS PISSED AND MOVES HIS ASS DOWN THE STEPS FOLLOWING HIS GIRL TO THE CAB AND SAYS IN A LOUD TONE!) You think I need you, I done had bitches as bad as you, even badder than you. Fuck you, I never said I was some fucking prince charming. I never promised you a fucking rose garden bitch, so you want to leave me now, then go… go then… stay gone see if I give a fuck… there’s a million and one other bitches like you bitch they come a dime a dozen… I sweat no bitch… I can live without you bitch. Every bitch in the world wants this!

(The girlfriend looks at him and says . . .) Well if I aint no different than the rest and you can live without me then why you all up in ya feelings for and why are you out here giving the speech of your love-life in-front of the cab driver and our neighbors… You should be good then right, you made it clear your gonna be okay. I mean, what are you all mad for then!

The girlfriend gets in the cab and he watches her ride away . . . Yeah, he knew he fucked up! Fucking idiot . . . He let his image and ego gobble him up and shit him out cuz he struggles with losing her day in and day out. He was her biggest mistake and she was his hardest lesson learned. There’s a saying all is fair in love and war! Well is it?) Sometimes it is and for the heartbroken it isn’t!!

(THE BEFORE AND AFTER EFFECTS, HE’S NOT A MATHMATICIAN . . . BUT HERE GOES THE AFTER MATHE . . . MY DEAR READERS . . . WAS I DRUNK WHEN I WROTE THIS . . . HELL YEAH . . . I WAS DRUNK, and sitting around Reminiscing! After, all I too am only HUMAN—WELL SORT OF! HERE GOES THE BEGINNING AND ENDING OF THE ARGUMENT!)

HE SAYS . . . I DON’T HAVE TO CARE IF I DON’T WANT TO… HE SAYS . . . RIDE HARD GIRL OR RIDE ON, IF YOU CAN’T HANG WITH IT THEN STEP OFF… I SAY . . . HE’S A VICTIM TO HIS OWN EGO AND SO DISRESPECTFUL WITH HIS MACHO TALK TELLING ME I AIN’T NO DIFFERENT THEN THE NEXT… HE SAYS . . . STAND STRONG OR MOVE ON, BECAUSE THERE’S A MILLION AND ONE OTHER GIRLS THAT WANTS TO DANGLE FROM HIS ARM… HE SAYS . . . FIX YOUR FACE BITCH, DON’T LOOK AT ME THAT WAY, I AIN’T EXPLAINING SHIT, FUCK WHAT YOU HEARD, I AINT GIVING YOU SUGAR COATED EXPLINATIONS TO NEOSPORIN YOUR INSECURITIES, IT IS WHAT IT IS, ENOUGH SAID! Damn! IF YOU AIN’T GOT PROOF THEN IT DIDN’T HAPPEN… STOP QUESTIONING THE RELATIONSHIP, JUST BECAUSE I CHEAT DOESN’T MEAN I’M LEAVING, YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE GETTING INTO WHEN YOU MET ME, I SAID BE MY CINDERELLA, MY MAIN CHICA, MY WIFEY… I GAVE YOU A BENZ TO DRIVE, DIAMONDS AND TRIPS TO THE ISLANDS… I NEVER SAID I WAS PERFECT OR SOME FUCKING FAIRYTALE BOOK PRINCE CHARMING… I’M A RAPPER, STUDIO LIFE AND PARTIES, OTHER SIDE HO BITCHES COME WITH THE TERRITORY, IT IS JUST A WAY OF LIFE… WHAT GETS ME IS WHY YOU COMPLAINING, WHEN THERES A MILLION AND ONE OTHER GIRLS WHO WOULD DIE TO BE STANDING WHERE YOUR STANDING. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GIRL, SOME DIAMOND PRINCESS, WELL BABY I’M IN A POSITION WHERE THEY COME A DIME A DOZEN… WHOM YOU THINK YOU ARE SOME HIGH MAINTANCE PRICELESS KEEPSAKE, LEAVE ME AND I’LL LEAVE YOU WITH NOTHING, I’LL BE YOUR WORST MISTAKE… I’LL MAKE YOU SWEAT, REGRET, AND BEG TO COME BACK! YEAH, HE SAYS . . . RIDE HARD OR RIDE ON TO STAND STRONG OR STEP OFF…

WELL, I SAY . . . . YEAH, I SAY! . . . . I’M A ONE IN A TRILLION, THE LAST BITCH TO BE DISSING, A PRICELESS KEEP FOR HIS SAKE. TO BAD HE COULD’NT SEE IT… I DON’T NEED TO BE ON HIS ARM AT HIS RED CARPET EVENTS WHERE I’M IN THE SPOTLIGHT LOOKING LIKE AN IDIOT CUZ THE TABLOIDS ARE TALKING ABOUT THIS CHICA AND THAT BITCH, HE’S CAUGHT IN PHOTOGRAPHS, LOOKING LIKE A LADYS MAN… PAPARAZII SNAPPING PICTURES WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS. I DON’T HAVE TO RIDE HIS COAT TAIL FOR SOME HIGH RISE TO FAME. I HAVE MY OWN TALENTS, MY NAME HOLDS WIEGHT… YEAH, BOY, I’M A ONE IN A GAZILLION, YA SHOULD HAVE BEEN PAYING ATTENTION… THIS IS MY HEART YOU ARE FORSAKING THE CHEATING THE LIES I DON’T HAVE TO TAKE IT…

WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING… HE’S A SLICK ONE YEAH A TRUE CHARACTER BEFORE HE EVEN CHEATS AGAIN HE ALREADY HAS AN EXCUSE IN THE MAKINING… A DAMN ALIBY IN THE WAITING… I’M A BAD BITCH, ABOVE AVERAGE, FUCK THAT DIAMOND PRINCESS SHIT HE TALKING ABOUT, I’M THE GODDESS OF ALL HEARTS… I AM NOT A WEAK TYPE OF CINDERELLA WITH A LOST GLASS SLIPPER CUZ I AM THE TYPE A CHICA THAT’S GONNA PUT MY SIZE FIVE AND A HALF UP HIS LYING ASS FOR HIS GAMES AND BULLSHIT! HE’S TALKING ONE IN A MILLION, YEAH MATHMATICALLY HE’S OFF, BUT I NEVER ASKED HIM TO BE A Mathematician. I JUST ASKED FOR REALNESS, BUT FOR THE RECORD IT AINT JUST RAPPERS THAT CAN GET TO SPITTING SOME LOVE JONES SHIT ABOUT RELATION SHIPS, YA NUMBERS OFF TRACK BABY RE-CALCULATE THE MOVES YOU MAKE INSTEAD OF THAT ODDS VERSES EVENS WHEN YA STORY DON’T MAKE SENSE AND SHIT DON’T ADD UP THE WAY YA PLANNED IT! PLAYA YA SHORT CHANGED YA SELF AGAIN! CUZ, I’M AN ORIGINAL, A ONE IN A THERE’S NOT A CHART FOR IT, ITS INFINITY TIMES INFINITY and times it again, YEAH KEEP COUNTING! YOUR LUCKY I’M HEAVEN SCENT AND FLY CHICA’S LIKE ME DON’T FALL OFTEN AND DON’T FALL FOR BULL-SHIT…

SO, YEAH I ASK MYSELF

WHAT IN THE HELL WAS I THINKING… WHEN HE BRUSHES ME OFF, I SHOULDN’T BE THINKING OF STAYING. THAT’S WHY ITS GOODBYE BABY, I’M PACKING AND SHAKING OFF WISHFUL THINKING… I SAY . . . HE AIN’T THE TYPE THAT’S GONNA DO MUCH CHANGING, HE’S GOT HIS BLINDERS ON HE ROCKING A PLAYER’S JACKET, HE CLAIMS HE’S FRESH… I’M PACKING MY SHIT… THIS DAMN BOYS TRIPPING, A VICTIM TO HIS OWN EGO, HE’S HIS OWN WORST ENEMY. HE IS HIS FUCKING OWN-SELF DESTRUCTION KIT! (Genetically speaking and shit!) HE DOESN’T NEED A WIFEY OR A MAIN CHICA. HE’S IN LOVE WITH HIS-SELF, AND I’M NOT THAT HEROIC TO COMPETE WITH A MENTALITY LIKE HIS! IT WOULD BE POINTLESS, LIKE ARGUING WITH A KID, HE’S JUST TO MUCH COMPITIOIN, BUT SINCE HE’S A RAPPER ON THE CLAIM TO FAME, I’M GONNA FOLD MY LOSING HAND, NO MORE CHANCES, BETS OFF NOT DOWN AND WALK AWAY FROM HIS GAME, HERES A TRACK BABY HOPE YOU REALIZE HOW BAD YA FUCKED UP EVERYTIME YA PLAY IT BACK… GO AHEAD TURN THAT SHIT UP… I WANT TO BANG THAT NUMBER ONE HIT IN MY BENZ! I AM NOT LEAVING A LETTER ABOUT WHY LOVE WENT WRONG CUZ YOU ALREADY KNOW LIKE YOU SAID YOU NEVER CLAIMED TO BE SOME PRINCE CHARMING WITH FAIRY TALE BOOK LOVE… NO LIPSTICK IMPRINT, NO GOODBYE KISS, NO ARGUMENTS… BURN THE PHOTOGRAPHS AND ERASE THE PAST! I AM A RIDE OR DIE BITCH FOR MY SELF RESPECT, SO I’M A RIDE HARD, I’M STEPPING OFF, I’M MOVING ON… I AM GOING TO TAKE YOUR ADVICE… YOU SAID STAND STRONG. WELL BABY I’M WALKING TALL I GOT ASS ON MY BACK, I’M A CHICK WITH A BACK BONE HOLDING MY HEAD HIGH ON MY WAY OUT YA DOOR, BABY IT’S OVER I’M GONE, GONE, GONE… I’M RIDING ON… LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO LONELY CUZ THIS CHICK MOVING ON, ON, ON… IT’S TIME FOR ME TO GET TO STEPPING, HE AINT GOTTA TELL ME BUT ONCE CUZ I AINT HANGING AROUND WHERE LOVE AIN’T WANTED…

YEAH, HE SAID RIDE HARD OR RIDE ON… HE AINT GOTTA SAY IT BUT ONCE… I’M STEPPING, YEAH BABY, I’M STEPPING AND EVEN IF I DIDN’T HAVE KEYS TO A BENZ I’D NIKIE EXPRESS IT… I AINT GOT SHIT TO SAY, LET CNN EXPLAIN IT… HE SAID . . . RIDE HARD OR RIDE ON, TO STAND STRONG OR STEP OFF BECAUSE THERES A MILLION AND ONE OTHER GIRLS THAT WILL DANGLE FROM HIS ARM… WELL THEY CAN BE HIS LITTLE PUPPETS ON HIS STRING BECAUSE I SHOOK OFF WISHFUL THINKING HE JUST AINT THE TYPE A PLAYER THAT’S GONNA DO MUCH CHANGING… I SHOOK OFF WISHFUL THINKING TIME FOR ME TO GET TO STEPPING EVEN IF I DIDN’T HAVE KEYS TO A BENZ I’D NIKIE EXPRESS IT…

I MIGHT NOT BE SOME DIAMOND PRINCESS AND HE DAMN SURE