Abandon the Attention seeking -you tell the Middle Child that turned out to be a nymphonmaniac Bisexual
I almost feel like I never got any attention -he tells you with his farmer boy smile complete with an early set of crows feet
his plastic blue eyes amaze me because I know what lies beneath is a heap of confusion.
Am I envious of his ability to hit that punani or Am I weary of it?
He said all the right things at the right fucking time. And I want to be his.
Will the fucker call? He did show up at the bar and waited for my ass, asking around for me.
He did hold my hand and make me feel all better.
I did talk too much and too loud and answered questions that weren't even asked of me.
What a man, what a fucking man. I tell myself after I drop his soldier ass off at the gate where I've left my heart before.
As he walks away, I realize that this fucking life of being so disadvantaged is nothing but that.
That being Big Black and Beautiful is really not all that its cracked out to be.