One winter there was this guy who had the whole bad boy look goin’ on. He had swag, he had valor the way he carried himself, he had dark intense eyes. Just my type. He asked me out and I said yes right away. He had been watching me for a while every time he walked down the block. After I said yes, I started getting to know him. I only liked what I saw. He grew on me like a leach. It wasn’t even weeks when the poetry seemed like it would never end. He seemed like he was almost 1 second close to hiring a mariachi band to serenade me by my window when I decided enough was enough. I couldn’t find the chemistry when we spoke or when I read those love letters. So I ended it. Just like that. The tears this dude wept were sad not because a man shouldn’t cry but because they were so uncalled for. It hadn’t even been that long, why are you fuckin’ crying like we were meant to be? We’ve never even been intimate which is worse because if there was a chance of getting back together that definitely blew it. I don’t want a man that cries more than I do. Fuck, I cry easily, if you’re going to be crying all the time who’s gonna hold me and make me feel better when I’m crying?…If we had been intimate and we’re in love, then I look forward to all the affection, and spilling of tears and emotions in a passionate way. Not only did I have to lie to him to get him to stop crying, but I had to give him false hope. Do you think a man crying over nothing could be a very good lay?
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Cliché-like but true. |
“I tried carrying the weight of the world
But I only have two hands
Hope I get the chance to travel the world
But I don’t have any plans
Wish that I could stay forever this young
Not afraid to close my eyes
Life’s a game made for everyone
And love is a prize.”


