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She doesnt care

she’s a wild one

and yet she speaks so well,

so much so she’s the type to interrupt me mid speech

because she wants to hear me get excited & yell,

she’s one  tough cookie

a no discount offer, hard to  sell,

I try to resist from being too abrasive

but the temptation is hot as hell,

she acts very controlling

but I’m thinking/hoping that it’s just a shell,

she puts on her collar/sees me pick up the leash

do I tug or just let her chill, I think to my self,

I refrain from moving to quickly

the signs are there but its hard to tell,

she secluded me to a separate room to sleep

knowing if we share it wont take long before we become a pair,

In the morning I burst in through her opened room door

halfway catching my self, doing my best not to scare,

grabbed her by the ankle then stomach-shake she awakes-says my name

then without skipping a beat asks how long was I standing there,

 before I can reply she mentions having a dream

I wait to find out about what, and she just stares,

I demanded that she tell me-she didn’t

I grew frustrated and my nostrils flared,

 I lay down next to her-grab her by the neck

shes doesn’t move, it’d appear as if she doesn’t care,

is it my responsibility to push start the engine

and here I was blue completely unaware,

it’s so funny how

the times knowledgelikes to share

car trouble

its late at night

and all I want

is to go home,

my stomach is grumbling

and I’m bummed

that im all alone,

I got in an argument

that stemmed over

the contents on a phone,

two wrongs don’t make a right

because when your wrong

your wrong…

I’m speeding down

the freeway

when I see someone needs help,

ive been plenty of

a dick today

maybe I should help out,

soon as I hop out the car

I hear somebody yell

“get the fuck down!”,

taking everything

but my smile

 its funny how things come back around…

this is how

I met the misses,

on the gravel from a ghetto event

with her as my witness,

this time she was with her cousin

this was pay back for the heart-break given,

hahaha

lord forgive ’em….

Ring-a-ling

badly

do I want

to give your phone

a ring,

but sadly

I know

that your probably

somewhere out or in with him,

I’ve never met him

im not threatened

but I know he makes

your heart sing,

and as my muse

for a brief moment

I know what I want

is that  something,

my thirst isn’t quenched

by those

who to me

do the calling,

is this my payback

possibly that

or I want what isn’t for me

to be having,

so I just admire you

from instagram

since I have no reason

to give you a ring-a-ling,

although I know

if we did anything

I’d have you stuck in repeat

like your all time favorite movie scene,

and yet still I don’t call

because to me

rejection

is the worst thing,

they say it’s better

to have loved and lost

but as a writer

I need my torturing,

with that said

I leave my wanting

held on the line

hanging