I was hit by the gay suprise. Twice by the same man. Did you not see me?
I was the one in the beginning. I thought I made my intentions evident.
Thought the communication was locked in on that same channel that flowed
around my earth that was you! Didn't tealize there had been an
intereference on that free special that was again you. Had I known it was a
promo, I wouldn't have turned homo, therefore keepin' it on the
low-low. Now what does everyone see? Only me. Only me to answer questions
like...where is he? how is he?, only me and the dark shadow graced is you.
Screaming inside my mind is that ever so bang of clatter that consumes me;
that is thought! That space, the void, that time. Time to brew and fester
making me ill and alone. How could he be so blind after this short but
important time, that I could never pull that jacknife you did to what I
thought I'd know one day as us. Hopefully, not now, but maybe one day
open and not afraid, strong yet passive to know that in everyday there is
growth and direction. Bold enough to stand high and tall, firm enought to
be like "fuck dem bitches", I've got my man and he's
just what I've always wanted. Look at us. We are two beautiful,
average men, guys with spirit whose personalities and talents compliment.
But thats just that vicious thing, thought! The thought to be love, the
thought to be blocked, the thought of that jackknife you pulled on the road
we could've called us. Spun out, twisting, and flipping around.
Please straighten out, press the brakes, but not too hard. We now face
injury. I'm putting in my claim, give us the chance to salvage , so
that all we put into this isn't waste. Silence, dead air. All is
still, just can't be well, howcould I be content when I wasn't
prepared for that jackknofe you called "feeling me".
"Feeling me"? How does one who feels me turn a blind eye? You
obviously did not know the importance you are to me, like air that I now
called you. The face value I put on this affair was high. Played my cards
wrong, with the wrong spade . Who was to know he would turn his words into
lies. This was all for you, so then even these cries, which weren't
just lines, once again that creative style; communication, only one of us
had that vibe! I leave you this as the dent you threw into my life , you
took me for that ride, I never thought your feelings you just spoke earlier
of would've jackknifed and died.
 
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