Tuesday, January 13, 2015

The Conversation

The conversation 

It was all good about a week ago. One bad leaf.  So you no longer water the plant not allowing it to grow? Or do you nip it in the bud and allow the love to show? Because one bad stem shouldn't be enough to take away from something so beautiful. Jumping the gun. With your heart on the run. How could I be so dumb? Didn't i already know the outcome? I thought this time was different. What made you think that? Because she was from a another place on the map. You shoulda known better. Ain't nothing really changed. I guess I'm used to defeat. Yea bro what a shame. But let me explain. Morning texts came like rapid fire. But I ain't duck. I stuck around and let her words hit the soul. But silly me. It was the same ending even though it was a different story that was told. But this feeling is getting old. They attach then detach at point blank. With pin point accuracy. Delving in their romantic fallacies. All the while not allowing their story book fantasies to come true. More than a few. More like all that crossed my paths. You laugh. But mean while you want to cry. Cuz frustration isn't something you should get used too. After all, your one of those guys that's useful. So what's a guy like I to do next? Fuck em then duck em. Because that's what they are expecting. Teach them a lesson before they get a chance to dig in. Use you for the time being. And let the next asshole slip in. Nah that ain't me. I could never stoop to that level. Ok. Live your life pretending your special. See where it got you right now. Crying over bitches while you should be in stitches laughing at their short comings. Dealing with a guy with short Cummings. And I'm not even talking about his Short cummins. So what your saying is, I should change my stance on life. Fuck em. Dump em. And walk away with a good bone. Now you got it.  Disrespect them before you get friend zoned. After all you are the president and a resident. Good guys finish last kid. That shit is so evident. Yea no further evidence needed. I'm depleted. Defeated. And I'm needing a change of scene. Rewrite the book on your life. Maybe then they will see that your the king and they coulda been your queen. 

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