She said I was like water like Sister Lauryn
This ecstasy was from a foreign land as she lent her hand to hold mine
Yet she had me in two minds
Communicating between the lines of US and we
But it was the OR steering me to invite a conclusion
Clear confusion cos I had spent the year being the hunter
Gassed up at feeling shunted
Gassed up at feeling like she made me the hunted
Like she could be oxygen for my hydrogen
Wondering if the truth was the truth or was Dwele right again
Yeah Dwele was right again call me the Christmas mistletoe
Mulled wine, puppies and knitwear,
My heart pretended it didn’t care until my poetic prophet penned its inevitable sonnet
So I killed her with my honesty till she confessed in our dying breath
I thought you were what I wanted
Diary of a Late Bloomer 