My Dearest Would Be,
Every now and then an imposter appears.
He says all the sweet things I expect you will say. He does all the sweet things I expect you will do. He seems suspiciously good……too good.
Eventually though he fucks up. He goes too far. He says something stupid like, ‘I bought a condo and I was waiting to buy a couch, till I got you back.’ Or “I love you, you’re the one for me, you’re not perfect, but your perfect for me. “
Pullesseee ….Would be, you know I’m perfect and perfect for you.
Then he has the gall to up and disappear...again.
Would be, you’re a Man. A man who can make decisions, like buying couches; you can stand up to a few rough patches and take a friendly punch without flinching.
You’re a man….….hear you roar. If on your way here, you feel the need to kick this pussy's arse for pretending to be you, baby you go right ahead. Handle your business.