I wanted to vomit when he let go of me!
I'm Just Saying
Unwelcome words when you want more.
On one side of the couch I sit and you on the opposite end.
Calls and invites, 90 percent, one sided made.
Calls and invites accepted, cause its something to do so he wont be alone.
Not his type: Too Fat, Too Dark, Hair Too Nappy. Anyone else will do.
But dang if that girl cant cook, I'll eat her food.
A good bye hug - a body stiffens and arches though arms embrace.
I swallow bile as I turn to stop the tear.