Monday, March 3, 2014

Confusion Over Anger

You have her.

Although in my personal opinion, she's not that pretty, still she has a face. She's tiny and cute and young. She probably makes you laugh, and you probably enjoy cradling her into your arms. She gave you a flat screen TV last Christmas, goddamit. She has stayed with you for almost a year now, I am sure, through your bullshit and assholery. She probably has more patience with your philandering ways than I do. Most of all, she has slept with you, that's for sure. You're probably her first and only fucker as of the moment. She may practically have lived in your bedroom and has endured all those awkward letting go of hands that held and part of lips that kissed phase back when you went into hiding. I also saw you say I love you to her and take her to your college friends -- showing public affection.

And yet what are you doing reaching out to me? I have made myself so unavailable to you, and yet you keep pushing through even without my slightest invitation. Are you that consistent with every girl? Do you really like putting down your pride and wasting your time trying to win over someone who has practically cut you off from their lives?  Where do you get all the energy to chase after a girl you have just been in less than ninety days? A girl who, yes, do make you laugh, make you think, make you question, who impress you, but only within a short time before she pushes you away completely. How can you trade what you already have for someone who has avoided you more than she has seen you, and who never has patience for even just your wandering eye. Who has already warned you that you can never take her to bed and who has pushed your hands away with conviction as you try to reach for the second base. For the girl who has told you she does not like being kissed only in private, and the girl who let your hand go upon the sight also of her friends. A girl who is willing to leave you for a single irresistible bullshit and already has.

Seriously, why do you chase after me?

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