I don’t understand
he brings home these women
girlfriend in hand
under her nose
(more) like anything goes
Ladies disposable as pawns in a chess match
he makes moves like a wild card joker
waiting to thatch her soul patch
The dude abides
in anticipation of spewing his rue
He might have the dick flu
so shoo fly shoo
He is as unapproachable as a giraffe
she is a curiosity and trys to detatch
His influence is strong
She wants him to run along and
be on his way
He wants to stay
and she will be his next prey
in the bouquet of women
with the scent of cinnamon.
He is a jerk
waiting for the vulnerability of his the next perk
Quirky is she
brash as a wild turkey
They will each fight until the end
even if it means smashing and trashing
their inevitable flicker of fondness
Kelly's tears hit our carpet tonight and I felt so bad for having caused them to fall. Holding off having a tough conversation, like tonight's, is worse than actually having the courage to approach an unapproachable subject; to talk directly into the face of an unapproachable person. I learned(more) the waiting is worse by waiting too long. And now, we have tears. I am usually the emotional one. I usually allow myself to get swept up in all the feelings and have a real lack of clarity. Not tonight.
In the end, living with a couple sucks. It sucks and it especially sucks if you moved in with a single person who then falls in love and can only really see their love.
This is obviously not fiction. And I obviously needed to process after all the tears. I apologize, dear reader, if this is the most lame trigger you have read today/this month/this life. Today there were tears and they were tears of real confusion and sadness brought on by my own words. It makes me sad to have made them fall. However, the fact that this conversation is behind me, if not us, is a very real relief.
So thank you for your patience and trust that my next entry will not be so real. More fiction to come. Ha. Ha. (less)