Loyal to His D!ck

"I signed my soul over to the devil in exchange for love. And for the last few years I have been regretting it ever since.
He broke my heart for the last time. He made me cry for the last time. He put his hands on me for the last time. This time will be the last time that he will ever take my love for granted. This time will be the last time that I will hide from my family, afraid that they will see my eyes another shade. This time will be the last time I let "Jet'aime I love you" be the reason that I stay.
I deserve to be first. You can't keep saying you love me but be fucking every chick with two legs. You can't keep treating me like shit, but treat these hos like royalty. You can't keep expecting loyalty but be disloyal to the one that will kiss the shit that you leave in the toilet.
My feet are telling me to walk away from it all and never come back. But my heart is telling me to stay. Should I listen to this selfish heart of mine, continuing to stay and play the fool he knows I am? Or should I soar across the sky like an eagle, spreading my wings to find my heart a new resting place?
It€s so hard to say goodbye to the only thing you know. It€s so hard to decide what's right and what's wrong when your love and heart are on the line. I'm always loyal. I'm always true. If he's beefing I'm shooting right along with him. But when it comes to me I feel like Melanie; it€s 4 a.m. and my lover won't answer. It€s 4 a.m. and I think I might lose it, €˜cause motherfuckers thinking I'm stupid. But not anymore, I€m not going to continue to be stupid.
I refuse to keep playing his fool. I am Jet'aime Santana; I can have any nigga I set my eyes on. And that is what I am going to do. I'm done being alone. I'm done with the pain. I'm done with being loyal to his dick, when he's not loyal to my pussy. Like Obama said, it€s time for a change, and I am going to get it.
Throwing the last of my clothes into my suitcase and zipping it up, I begin to make my grand exit. My mind is made up; there is no turning back. No tears will be shed. I have cried my last tear over him.
"What are you doing?€ Keith asks, scaring me.
"Something I should have done years ago. I'm leaving you."
"Yeah right. Bitch you'll be back. You always do." He laughs while moving forward and starts to help me pack another suitcase with the rest of my things.
"When you realize these niggas will hurt you worse compare to what I do, you know where to find me," he boldly tells me."