just a reminder that Nicki Minaj used to look like this
IS THIS A JOKE
does that mean there’s hope for me
You’ll always be a celebrity in my eyes, even though I see diamonds in your words, and you only see gold pieces in my thighs
He often says I’m weird, and every time he says it - it’s somethinglike a stab in my chest. I cannot fathom why it still troubles me, when I’ve grown to realize it’s true.
I often paint pictures in my head, somethinglike a reel of fantasies develop which I want so bad to be true. The only trouble is so many of these fantasies clash and coincide that making into reality is impossible. He was part of this reel once, a black and white picture of satire & romance. This picture was created too quickly and became a myriad of expectations, lust, desire and all that latter…
Somethinglike a failure! I wanted him, safe to say in the worst way. I saw myself taking him inside and stripping away all thoughts of his lasts and being everything he needed to quench every desire and need. I was so caught up I didn’t notice his ring, the troubled eyes —- and I wouldnt expect what was to happen after that. You see I had a screen writing of all that I had to say, and do, to make sure the last act was the last hoorah & the curtains would close with a kiss…
But he was in love with someone else, is still, and I find myself embarrassed & trying to pick up the last pages of script and hide them away like they were never written.
I’m rather strange