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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

The next Move

ah

ah

I have iT

in my hands,

I want to do

something with it

but im scared

so I stand,

not too sure

on my next move

damn the feeling of feeling damned,

she fell right

into my palm

but to bother her

I can’t,

I fidget

feeling rigid

 I AM a Richard

I’m the man,

the king in me

is humbled

and I bow

as if on holy land,

that doesn’t mean

I don’t attempt

but every kick

is caught by another hand,

that assures me

somethings going to happen

but it’s not

what I have planned,

so all the more

does it make me mad

and all the more

do I demand,

for more

oh this whore

has me heated

and then a fan,

hovers over and cools me off

I’m put off

and forget

why I heavily pant,

once I sit

all the way down

I can now

figure out my next dance

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.