In my moments of “you’re just too busy”
Your agenda is keeping you engrossed.
Interests pulling you away.
Mandatory manly needs more important at the moment.
Just an occasional shout-out would even feel ok.
Your work, so fucking important.
Your real duty, so obvious.
But I’m the needy one.
I’m the crazy one.
The demanding one.
Too fucking sad you got stuck with this woman’s impatience.
She’s beyond caring what your reaction may be.
I see you from a mile away.
Carbon copy of every douchebag
I’ve met before.
Incapable of honesty,
nor possessing any respect for me.
Your intention is only to satisfy yourself.
Your kind is done.
Don’t start with me.
I’m not your honey.
me down like I
just stole your favorite toy. Buh bye, man!
The fire in you warms me.
My coolness keeps you from burning to a crisp.
Manage my happiness!
But my needs are subject to your approval.
Navigating your ego is treacherous.
Peace and quiet, no conflict!
There’s no room for mine.
A slimy, shit-stain
wrapped in a fake human suit.
Harsh? You deserve it.
**Feel free to share your stories about your “tools”! 🙂