try a little tenderness.

It's been a long time since I've last thought about you, "that way". You tell me sweet nothings and shit like you miss me or the worst of the bunch, i love you. Knowing good and damn well love don't got shit to do with the situation at hand. My trampled heart. Now, I'm strong in all that I do and say, so don't expect me to get all soft and less ignorant in person because of this blogger shit but you've messed up the next guy's chances at my heart. The future for me is full of deceit and I'm tired. I know I'm not the best host at times, and everything doesn't add up the way I've told it, but I'm able. I'm willing to please and thats what I expect back-- pleasure is my only calling because thats all I've known. Jaded since the day I've opened my eyes, I've embraced nothing more than you're large arms. Young girls... we get weary and love is our own happiness.



-- for He who shall not be named.