2%

The entire purpose of this is to tell you how I feel, right? We've kept it 98%, so we 2% from real right?
But what's 100 but a number?
What's a Snowball to a Summer?
We hang out and it's no stress but let my phone buzz with a new text.
Here you go huffing and you always got remarks. Then I console you with good sex.
Goodness!
It's no ring involved and I'm not cursing you. So if my Droid flash, it's no need to take it personal.
And it's not always about you, so if you're reading, you're the first of few.
Though I'm sure you'd be honored to get a verse or two.
I like you at your best and I don't want to see the worst of you.
But notice I didn't say 'Love' last sentence. I'm sure you're worth it, boo!
I'm not loving anyone right now, it's a rule of mine.
Get fucked over a couple times, it'll change your view in time.
And I know the past can't run you but I'm resuming mine.
Cardio so I can stay ahead of my past designs.
So you can move out of my thoughts and find cheaper rent.
Or you can keep this 98, and I can keep my 2%.