If all is fair in love and war then we most certainly know who is winning and who is taking the “L”.
It goes to the notion that even though you treat me like “sometimes”, you expect that I should treat you like “always”.
To justify less than glorious behavior you tell lies and weave fabrics rich in hue and comfort.
Though full of life when properly defined, from your lips, those same words are rendered meaningless.
How skillful and talented and wholeheartedly invested you are in the ability to be nearly anything but a bearer of truth.
Meanwhile you plot and plan and sulk and bemoan and deliberate all the ways that I can become more.
More perfect. More gorgeous. More dedicated. More sated. More full on those empty calories that spill from your very being.
At the center of it all though is less. Less dignity. Less honor. Less character. Less realness. Less reason to remain.
Indeed, it goes to the notion though, that even though you treat me like “sometimes”, you expect that I should treat you like “always”.
When in fact, never again.
Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com.
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love, love this!