Dead man walking...
right towards me,
my not dead really not so special special friend
I wasn’t prepared for that
off guard, dressed down,
but still somewhat cute in hightops and Umbro
Shopping on a sunny afternoon
What the hell, he’s no oil painting
on guard, just down and wearing My shades
Maybe thought he could see the world differently through them
Got THEM back asap
He’s shit out of luck if he expected to see me with his wine skin strapped across my body
Like who uses them anymore
So we did the usual dance…
Me: yeah you haven’t called me.
Him: you haven’t called me?
Gee,
you’d think with all the “thinking about me” he’d have remembered to call
and considering he actually likes me and thinks I’m sweet and nice and one of a kind and a lady and solid,
and he’s not used to that ...blah blah
you'd think he would not want to treat me like I was unimportant
Discussing me with his brother?? Huh?
Yeah my ears were ringing, instead of my phone
OK standoffs back on
The truth is…
I hate standoffs
And falling outs
And appearing coolly together when I’m falling apart
And mostly
I hate hating him
my not dead really not so special special friend
I wasn’t prepared for that
off guard, dressed down,
but still somewhat cute in hightops and Umbro
Shopping on a sunny afternoon
What the hell, he’s no oil painting
on guard, just down and wearing My shades
Maybe thought he could see the world differently through them
Got THEM back asap
He’s shit out of luck if he expected to see me with his wine skin strapped across my body
Like who uses them anymore
So we did the usual dance…
Me: yeah you haven’t called me.
Him: you haven’t called me?
Gee,
you’d think with all the “thinking about me” he’d have remembered to call
and considering he actually likes me and thinks I’m sweet and nice and one of a kind and a lady and solid,
and he’s not used to that ...blah blah
you'd think he would not want to treat me like I was unimportant
Discussing me with his brother?? Huh?
Yeah my ears were ringing, instead of my phone
OK standoffs back on
The truth is…
I hate standoffs
And falling outs
And appearing coolly together when I’m falling apart
And mostly
I hate hating him
posted by Unknown at 8:03 PM
2 Comments:
I know that feeling of u hate hating him, but u can't avoid it either way....sucks....as for my opinion, well you know how I feel about this matter, I say "get it off your chest and call the fuocker!"
you can never really know someone completely.
when you think you do, that's when you're hurt the most.
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