He looks at me careful not to show face, as he undresses me with his eyes. You lost one. He holds my face as he kisses my lips, the reflection of happiness in my eyes... as he catches a glimpse of him in my iris he shys away.. You lost one. He looks at me like chineese porcelean; beautiful and delicate. You lost one. Im strong like plexiglass; and Ill bend; fend; and mend anything for your @ss. He puts me on a shelf; though high and above the rest. If i wanted to be on display, a sign of his achievements.. along with an array of others.. Then we'd be "just friends".. but the kind that awake in the same bed together. You lost one. But you have me encased... The air between, two cm glass panes.. leaves me sick. The idea of sharing my space drives me insane. You lost one. See.. I have pride in myself. More than money contributes to my wealth... More than doctors to my good health. More than Crest to my smile.. If you could walk a mile in my Minolo's.. or 2 steps in my bo'bos.. youd know. Why i had to leave you. Why I had to go. You were playing checkers; and Im playing chess. I must confess; life is a game. Im playing to win. But the points dont matter until the end. You lost one... (me)
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