SSDD

SSDD

A Poem by Colette
"

sometimes a girl's just gotta get a lil pissy n vent!

"

Same story

Same result

Same man game

 

He dangled the carrot, and I’m hungry

Hungry, hungry girl

Hungry for someone to feed me the way I feed everyone else

Hungry for some validation that my soul, my mind, my spirit, my aura

is at the very least worth as much as my vagina.

 

Another day

Another dollar

Another drop out

 

He hangs by the sack of his balls

Then what?

An ejaculation only takes...what...

less than 60 seconds to blow

Then what are you gonna do?

Miss me?

 

He said “I’m falling for you...”

He said “I love you Colette” (on his knees, while clinging to my hand and leg)

He said “I will always be here for you...you know that right?”

 

But he just got through saying “I need to take a step back”

After he just said  “All you give me are crumbs”

As I was thinking: 

You collect enough crumbs you can have yourself a nice loaf of bread.

Hell!  I could use a few crumbs!  (Cuz I’m hungry!)

If only I could be so lucky.

 

He said “I’d rather have you as a friend, than nothing at all”

But then he said “I’m a man, and I’ve got needs”

He’s forgotten that he told me to let him know if a man ever talks to me this way...

He said “I’ll take care of him...”

 

Same story

Same result

Same man game

 

Just another portrait for the wall of shame

 

 

He proved to me...

Proved that he really is no different than the trail that has paced in front of me prior

Different clothing

Different shade

Different age

Different only in the trivial, but the same in what really matters, and

That is quite a shame.

 

For what he called crumbs, I call coffee

and brunches

and hugs

and little kisses

and soft touches

and poetry

and art

and smiles

and laughter

and music

and joy

and something to look forward to....

 

But he...

He only dangled a carrot, and then took it away

 

Another day

Another dollar

Another drop out

 

For what?

To go get a blow from a hoe (no gender bias here)

Cuz he doesn’t understand this woman’s worth?

Cuz he doesn’t know that he could’ve had his c**k rocked " elsewhere " and

still kept me as a faithful friend?

I mean...what did he really want me for?

I mean he really didn’t want me as a friend did he?

Because he...didn’t get  “it” from me in the time frame he saw fit

he responded as they all do...

By shutting me out of his life, and making it like it was my problem

 

Yeah...

Same story, different day...

Grown man acting like a teenage boy...

Left a voicemail with this s**t to say:

“This relationship isn’t working for me”

 

His promises - proven false

His honor " dishonorable

His perceived respect " unrespectable

Because...

There was an ulterior motive

He thought by feeding me a few greasy spoons...what...

I’d become his sex zombie?

What?

 

I thought he was gay anyway.

 

Well honey...

I know your ex’s used you for your cash, but me...

I couldn’t give a rat’s a*s about your stash

You can cut a hole in your money and f**k it

Let someone else suck it

 

I don’t care.

 

It’s the same man game

same played out blame

N You are the epitome of the same man shame

 

You honey are:

The Same Story Different Day

© 2013 Colette


Author's Note

Colette
Here's the spoken word version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mUotQHidCOA

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Added on July 5, 2013
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Colette
Colette

Phoenix, AZ



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