Tired of your man lookin' at me funny
I’m tired of your man lookin’ at me funny. When your not looking he gives me this hard look as if he is going to take me outside and beat my face in. He’s worried because he doesn’t know his place in your life, whether your future will lead you two to become husband and wife. Or will he be left without his manhood like bobbit the night he was introduced to the knife. He doesn’t understand that all this posturing is really silly because the things we are feeling are have grown to be platonic. His behavior has become moronic.I’m sorry if when you to talk to each other and walk to the theater that she tells you how I bought my girl flowers and showered her with compliments that make her feel special and acknowledged. I mean it’s not like I learned that in college player, it’s just comes naturally when you keep it real and know the deal. I am not trying to insult you or bring you down, but it’s in the sound of your voice, it’s that choice to sound a bit smug when I make a mistake or when something doesn’t come through you sit back and “you’re a good kid your time is due”. Mother fucker please enough of this tease, enough of this roundabout way to say that we have beef. Tonight I saw the way you grabbed her waist and kissed her hand to show me that you are her man and that’s ok because it makes me smile because from what I have heard you haven’t touched her in a while. Not that you are impotent in fact I know that you like sex. In fact if I ask to complete the task of two plus two the answered that would follow next for you is sex. I remember when we all sat and talked and I gave out my tips on how to lick a woman’s fuzzy peach where she can scream with an arch back. But you didn’t listen to teach and failed to pass the class on ass. One will never get to graduation if your girl broke her vibrator due to excessive masturbation. Maybe you are scared of the fact that I am single now and mingling around with a wallet that is known to crinkle unlike yours which tends to jingle. Maybe your insecure because I know how to treat a woman right, day and night and how I can tell when my girl argues the difference between a fight or some spice. I’ve been friend’s with your girl long before you came into the picture. Years of tears from fears and joys given to us from new toys or bad boys or office ploys which add stress beyond bounds and that is why in our friendship we have found a salvation that doesn’t need a confrontation that we are heading towards. I don’t want to ask her to choose because she can’t win without having to lose and our hearts can’t take no more bruises from those who claimed to loves us unconditionally. But understand I done lost friends to time and space, because they wore masks and never showed their face or because we simply had nothing left to say. But I will not lose out to dick, so let the clock tick and understand that her spirit will pick the one who when all is said and done isn’t fake or a liar who pretends to be chummy. Damn this never would have happen… if you didn’t look at me funny.
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