Conspiracy or Coincidence? If looked at close the five dollar bill represents the twin towers, the ten is after the planes collided, the twenty shows a building collapsing the fifty is the dust and smoke, and the hundred is a new beginning.
We put up a sign.
The neighbours put up a sign.
We put up another sign.
Honey, why’d you give me that up/down look?
You tryna read me like a book?
See something you want, see something you like?
What’s the problem?
I’m almost afraid to ask
You think I’m not as pretty as you
not as smart as you
not as light or as dark as you
All that you surmised just from looking in my eyes.
So my hair may not be the flyest, my body may not be the tightest
But so be it, I’m alright with it
Cuz I’m me and that’s the only person I care to be
God made you
Made me too
Who said I desired to be like you?
I got this over here as I’m sure you got a hold of yours too
All this bickering, snickering and attitude
Work on that
Sleep on that
Come back with your heart a little more intact
Love me as you love yourself
Maybe that’s where the problem’s at?
Our timing was all wrong.
Three whole months have passed since I last reached out to him.
I feel accomplished crossing each day out in my mind.
Oh, I still love him, but at some point I started to despise him. And the lies he fed me. The half truths and the things he didn’t mention.
I have deleted, cut up, thrown away, or shredded any remnants of what we had/were/shared/captured.
It doesn’t hurt much anymore.
I’m saddened by the fact that we are no longer anything. Not friends, not enemies, not acquaintances, not phone buddies, not texting buddies, not facebook friends.
I think about him. My finger dares to dial his number.
Hoping to accomplish what? Hoping he’ll drop everything, see the error of his ways. Coming running back.
But he’ll be polite, act as if I’ve only been away, as if on a vacation. He’ll be excited to hear from me.
The pink elephant will take up residence.
The conversation won’t even skim the surface of what’s underneath the facade we’ll both be putting up.
So why call?
Only to be disappointed again, angry again, alone again.Such a vicious cycle, not to ever be repeated.
So I’ll continue crossing off days until he becomes only a fleeting thought.
Sapphire’s Push spawned an Oscar-winning hit movie. Will you be picking up The Kid?
I picked up “The Kid” and was disappointed. Her writing seemed to be all over the place. Consequently, I did not finish it. This story was a far cry from “Precious” which was easier to follow.
Atari Retro Prints by Rob Osborne
Pitfall used to be my game!!! Oh the memories!
Wet at the thought of his visit.
Dripping by the time he arrived.
Flood gates opened as his tongue made its approach to my centerpiece.
His face buried deep between my thighs.
Oh my afternoon delight!
Oh my! Hope it was delightful!