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Price Match

All she needed

was a reason

another hard to swallow thing

down the hatch,

one thinking

one could pull one over

doesn’t know

she lives to price match,

claims to want

to be treated as an equal

yet expects special privileges

that doesn’t match,

fool her once

shame on your

you’ll be lucky if

you get a second chance,

 but if you do

you poor fool


and watch your back,

a broken heart

is a fully loaded gun

that’s sometimes is

more literal and FACT



am I doing

I should know

better than that,


gut feelings

but right now

I’m leaning towards the facts,

and the fact

of the matter is

I don’t give a Captain Kirk/William Shat,

Like a terrorist

my mission is righteous

for I AM faithful HaShem

has my back

soon as i opened up the door

I don’t know much

but that in which i do

usually stems

from the things that you do

the things that you show

and the results that seem to prove

your but a temptation made to mess with my head

so that my heart doesn’t push my soul through

your all that I’ve known

all that I’ve loved

although I’ve encountered others

they were just momentary fun

we’ve made it through the test of time

we’ve had a pretty good run

but I’ve gotten to the point

were I’m way past done

but then some how

you grab me wanting more

and i go from the top of the skies

to the board of the floor

were I cant move at all

because your holding me right where I was torn

opening my eyes

soon as I opened up the door

what does she want?

she calls me at random

not really saying much,

sometimes she asks

how im doing

other times

not so much,

she goes

straight into

her rants

about the people she sees

and how she has a crush,

on some total random strangers

and how it gives her

such a rush,

which doesn’t surprise me at all

cause that is, pretty much,

a description of how we met

a few drinks, a few laughs, then straight to the few fucks,

she says she takes it slow

and that she doesn’t give “iT” up,

but for me that’s hard to believe 

considering the grounds that ive touched,

I tried to make it honest

so people wouldn’t make me out to be such a slut,

but in the end it didn’t matter

because she’s gone now

and apparently I was just too much, 

you’re going to believe what you believe

because people only see what they want,

I wonder why she calls to check in

if we aren’t anything and her current flings arent of my cup,

I find it hard to be interested

so I then ask her, “what else is up”,

she says “oh, well, nothing”

I have a feeling like she wanted to ask if I’m seeing any one,

but she doesn’t, that’s our conversations,…is she just bored?

I have no idea what she wants.


As the ‘Pun saying goes

“I’m not a player

I just

crush a lot”,

and that’s only because

my heart

used to

get crushed a lot,

at first

fulfilling a void

that I thought

would surely fill and stop,

but it never did


that isn’t what

loves all about,

after meeting

a girl

who is beautiful

and bold,

who spoke out loud

of GOD

which naturally

tickled my soul,

gave me love

and brought me warmth

like eating chicken soup

when the outside is winter cold,

giving me

even more reason

to let go of ego

so that I can hold,


and only her

so I made it honest

and attached,

made it into

a relationship

since it all happened

so very fast,

she gave me

her body and her soul

before we ever

did the math,

hoping maybe

we’re on that “meant to be”

since we perfectly matched

but I jumped the gun committed and dealt rash,

with the others

who would

keep me company

on nights I’d be alone,

not responding

to their calls

or the text messages

that’d reach my phone,

I was keen

on being the good guy

so I told them

that I can’t, because it was wrong,

which rustled

a few feathers

since that’s what they

wanted all along,

the label

the status

of being in

a relationship,

that I honestly

never liked

but for some reason

this one really fit,

when it came

to our communicating

I’d go out of my way

just so that I could reply quick,

so eager

for her response

I felt like

a little kid,

the “lady friends”

of my past

were upset

I took the plunge,

for something

that with them

I had no

interest of,

I might have been

a little guilt ridden

since this girl

in her past had often been used up,

by guys

playing on her emotions 

with the basic mission

of busting a nut,

which in one stance

because of her ease and beauty

I would have also

been happy with,

I could have just as easily dined and dashed

but we connected so well

we both agreed

we didn’t want to call it quits,

but then

soon after

the layers peel and reveal

off with,

the truths

you uncover with time

bases you cover and habits

that might make you go bat shit…

now see, normally

im the type

to hang back

and wait for one to make the first move,

but I felt entitled

since this girl

seemed so smitten

by all that I do,

I tried

to do everything

that my previous’s

claimed I wouldn’t do,

texted and called

every chance I didn’t have

for pointless hello’s

to clingy “hey how do you do’s”,

I then


me and her

are both so a like,

she couldn’t

handle the pressure

of having to be there

every moment (when I called) when she just wanted her alone time,

which she

hardly ever had

since she is awfully used by her sisters

like cinderella in real life,

I laugh

at my self

because I was so willing

to change and put down my own ways of life,

to accommodate

for another

who didn’t bother (or at least from what I noticed)

but hey, at least I tried,


If looks could kill

Why waste

any time

call a circle a circle

and a free spirit a whore,

this going around

and round in circles

its tedious

and really such a bore,

we all want to get

to the fun part

why beat around the bush

with what seems like a chore,

that in which has been

set in the stone in the past

so lets chisel out the option

of an “or”,

cut straight

to the chase

the chase

brings nothing more,

then a couple

how do ya do’s

that mean nothing

to the score,

are you aiming

for longevity

or simply scratching the itch

of curiosity so that you can now explore,

the deeper findings

of a silver lining

no strings all benefits

how can you ignore,

the request

of such a blunt beauty

who promises

nothing more,

than a good time

pre or post corona & lime

 full of enough motion

to keep one away from a snore,

if looks could kill

she’d fit the bill

she’s a man-eater

my cherie amour

sometimes i feel like… somebodys watching me…

On the run

from a love

who just

didn’t love enough,

held against

a sliding scale

with competition

that just doesn’t add or equal up,

yet somehow

still not the winner

am I too late

or is this some sort of cover up,

can obsession

be enough

to outweigh

whats for certain to double up?

I’d hate

to sound bitter


but what the fuck?

did the mystery

reveal too much

that you’d

rather not even touch,

don’t let

the reputation

ruin what you’ve perceived

because that in it self is very tough,

not many

can partially understand

let alone

even keep up,

others from the past

didn’t/don’t have a spec of your spunk


didn’t make the cut,

you flatter me

way beyond end

so im sure that couldn’t be why

yet still, I’m very stuck,

did the bitches

of girlfriends past

figure out

what I thought I subtlety snuck,

out by whispering

sweet nothings

 in the open

social network hoes aren’t as dumb as I thunk,

all that I do

is a foot print

and I do want you

to gather them clues and add ’em up,

I can be making

references to all

or I can be

pointing to only one…

Here’s looking at you kid