He called me the other day and said, “I love you, baby”.

I’m not sure that I get what he is saying.  He left me at school

on a cold winter’s night.  The rain was coming down and the wind was blowing.

He was kind enough to leave me my cell phone.  He kept me bus card though,

leaving me no way to take the bus home.  Now he calls me, on my cell that I can’t charge

because he kept the charger, and says,”I love you, baby”.  I don’t know what is

wrong with this picture, but for sure, something has gone, very wrong. 

This need to be in control when you are not in control of yourself is wearing down

this relationship.  Grown ass people don’t need to control each other.  Grown people,

adults should be just that, adults.  My man is still into the, I need to know where you

are, what your doing, what time your going, what time you will be back and who your going

to be out with, do I know them, where did we meet, and the list goes on.  And now he loves

me again?  My question to him is, what is love?  Is it the words you say after drinking

and making me feel like shit, by calling me all kinds of dirty names.  Are they the words used

as the apology, from you  for the shit you

really meant, but now that your sober, want to take back, I love yous. 

I am thinking this shit as I stand in the dark, in the cold with the wind whipping round my

every part, from the hairs on my head down to my toes.  Yeah, I think to myself, yeah,

You love me.

by:  Tyna Braxton