He

He is split down the middle.

He is selfish.

He is my soul.

He is witty.

He's a fibber.

He is charming.

He is smart.

He is a writer.

He has an amazing mind.

He clutters his brain with nonsenese.

He gives too much concern to what others think.

He has the most beautiful voice in the world. Wallah.

He has beautiful eyes with lashes that never end.

He is blessed with a gorgeous face.

He is selfish.

He is childish.

He is cruel.

He doesn't respect himself.

He doesn't respect me.

He does not recognize his worth.

He's worth more gold than the earth made.

He doesn't love himself.

So he doesn't love me.

Shame on you Foley.

Shame, shame.

The Hobbit

It's been over a year.
A year of your nonsense and neuroses.
A year of our affection and little or no sex.
A year of you calling me to you like a whore but treating me like a princess.
A year of you opening your home to me and making me feel welcome.
You mentioned a woman.
You cried to me.
So many times you said you loved me.
Our last night you said you loved me from the bottom of your heart.
You said you had a girlfriend and that you felt guilty having me here.
It was as if you stabbed me in my heart.
Our friendship was not about sex.
It was about intimacy.
You made me feel like a whore when you said that.
You made me unloved.
You made me feel unwelcomed.
My heart has been hurting all day.
But I know you don't deserve me.

I Summoned The Pharoah

With a picture.
A silly picture.
Or was the message?
I believe it was the message.
If you do not respond I will be gone forever.
That's what did it.
Amazing how men are such pussies.
They act so tough and keep you on the edge and then when you are really gone they cry.
Contact.
We spoke. Laughed. Phone sex.
His mother noticed he was talking and he got of phone.
Bitch.
Egyptian Bitch.
Bringing women to the house for him to see.
Wanting him close to his religion.
As if he's the type of person to do so.
Now I'm tired and hurt.
Pain in my belly.
We had wonderful time till that Egyptain Bitch heard.

The Pharoah

Instant chemistry.
Long hours talking.
Beauty in face.
Beauty in voice.
Lyrical.
Talented.
His guitar.
We sang Aisha.
The days would pass.
Long hours just talking.
He talked of love.
Love is not a word I use.
Once it was spoken things changed.
Demands were made I could not give.
I felt drained.
Still more demands.
He wanted all the attention.
I called him my Amir but he is a Pharoah.
One last demand and he would no longer speak to me until I gave in.
I let him go.
I'm proud of myself.

The Hobbit

Oh how patient I was.
I knew he was frightened.
I knew we were close.
Oh how patient I was.
Taking his late night calls.
Listening to him say he missed me.
Listening to him say "I love you" and responding because that was what he needed to hear.
I told him to relax.
I told him I would wait until he was comfortable.
I'm tired of waiting.
He does not love himself.
Robs himself of joy.
Would cut of his nose to spite his face.
The idiocy.

Coco Lopez

He found me.

I wasn't frightened by his long hair or noise ring.

There was a sweetness in his written word like that of a child's.

We spoke.

There was joy in voice.

Charm, wit, kindness.

We met. All the same.

Complex he was.

Painful history. Still in pain.

Happy to hear me.

Happy to see me.

One day it shifted.

So quick.

Could hear a slight edge in his voice.

Answering impartial.

Said this was how we was.

I don't want that.

I don't need that.

I deserve better.

I've always known it.

I've been treated miserablly for so long by my own blood.

I refuse to let water do the same.