Tuesday, June 15, 2010

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.

Luv,

CP

4 comments:

GC {God's Child} said...

lol@ handle your business. . .
fabulous

Abeni said...

story of a single woman's life

Morpheus Rablings said...

Whatever you do, two things must remain paramount.
Never abandon your self respect and/or your self esteem.
Walk Good

Cliviaalana said...

sigh...#cosign