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May 27, 2013 at 5:22am
Why can't I hide my kindness. My exterior sez tough -but for some reason you looked right pass that ! I did not intend to care-or to love or to march on beat- or to become unhinged.
Can I hide my eyes. Why are you not afraid- Why doesn't my indifference offend you. Before now ,not even months ago. I was shrouded in beauty;Which I thought- was the reason for your endearment.
This time I am now withered - No way for her to see the big deal you saw in me. . Beauty nor homeliness is not allowed to not stand in the way of progress - I was your means to and end- Then After She ask you after me. You said I was "nothing to write home about ".By then I'd come to know That I was your "best kept secret ".
She has stolen me from you like a thief creeping in the shadows.As A good friend she had to ask you / to make sure that her next move was fair' She ask after me again - As SHE WAS one of your uppitty friends that coveted what ever you were doing .
You knew what it was- ' She knew there was more to me / and so did you. So the day you all went sailing on your yacht . Is when you deceitfully gave her your presumptuous assessment of my worth. She in turn revealed TO ME of your cum si -cum saw-PRETENTIOUSNESS. She told me she would do better by me and how unappreciative you were. She came to rescue me. And we stole away to the Boca Raton.
And the best thing you had was now gone.! Even though my survival instincts and my ability to turn nothing into something. Still pays off for you. And you had the profit all to yourself ... Although I think about it often - I bet you never had a clue. And with all you knew .. when she ask you about me-- the backbone of your now spinless spine: The truth could have been told --and we could have been fine- We are sharing the memories of those days separately. Maybe you know now why I left you with your "MANGOES "; AND I never told YOU THE secrets in MY SAUCE. As I am just "FRANKLY SPEAKING"
tid bits of my life