It’s been years, now your heart is hard as granite. Taking everything for granted when you used to grant her anything she wanted. You were on it, complimenting her with comments. Now there’s less conversations as you stare at electronics. Now, every holiday you just renew your old membership: February flowers, birthday sex and December gifts. Affection isn’t something you just schedule in the calenders. Lovin’ is a year round gig, she can’t have enough. Don’t give it to her? Then someone else will. For the realest mother fuckers in the game, she will. Why you gotta be reminded by an ecstasy pill, how ecstasy feel. Man that sex should be real. You used to put in effort, now you got mad comfortable. She became insurance, you just paying the deductible. You givin’ her the minimum. How long will she fuck with you?