The Love Bandit

Many loves have engulfed my heart throughout the years
Some have left me confused, some have left me bruised,
and yet some have left me stronger, able to withstand and endure longer...
and some just left...
Sit back let me tell you about the serial heart theft!

He comes in many forms, many colors, many ways...
He fools you once, maybe twice into thinking that he'll stay...
My first encounter with this bandit was quite frank, pretty open, shyt it was candid
He had me going not even realizing that I loved him so...
It wasn't until years later when I found out he planted a seed, watered it and watched it grow.
That's when I recognized I was no longer the one...
I had been replaced by this bitch he called his baby mama and her son.
It hurt, I cried, and accepted my lost as a lesson.
Put up a hard exterior for awhile decided it was better to have one less nigga stressin'

My next meeting with the bandit was a near death experience
He was from the "Nati" and he wanted me to call him Daddy...
He disguised himself as a friend but had alterior motives from way back when.
To him I devoted my heart, my life with hopes of one day being his wife.
My perfect world crumbled beneath my soul, replaced by trials, tribulations and strife.
The man, the being that I once Knew
was destroyed and replaced by the new you...
Walking into the relationship was me, running away from the relationship was I
Me, myself, and I
The three people that are always there, no matter when, why or where.
I felll victim to the trapping of a love lost, I thought it was priceless Now I know it cost.
It hurt, I cried and accepted my lost as a lesson.
Blanketed my fear with inspiring words turned to the Lord with my sin...

Time flew by, things changed, and before I knew it I was attacked again
Just when I thought my heart was gonna mend.
This instant the predator was a flirtatious friend, someone always there...
Never no feelings to bare...
He seduced me with he's poetic raps and harmonic beats
Every conversation was a preformance and I wanted front row seats...
Love, Lust, Communication, Speculations, Irritations, false hopes and aspirations,
lead to revolutions, and uprising devastation.
This one hit me but not like the rest I kind of anticipated it
this time I passed the test.
Another one down Who knows how many are ahead
It hurt, I cried, and accepted my lost as a lesson.
I no longer consider Love a curse but instead a blessing.

Here I am safe, and protected but I hear a knock at the door
A familiar Knock one I've heard before.
day by day it increases slowly affecting me and tearing my heart to pieces.
Maybe Im wrong but yet look at the past I've always been right.
Heartbreak seems habitual and unfortunately near in sight...







Wow... this is an old poem that I recently found.... I wrote it back in September 2005... and smh.... because since then Ive definetly experienced more encounters with "The Love Bandit".... maybe Ill compose a part II.... soon.... we'll see.... =)