pt 1

I called it part one, cus I've got a feeling there's going to be a part two, && three, & so on...

Hickies left from another woman's mouth are on his neck
And I wonder, how much loyalty can one expect
From a boy who runs around all day
Pretending he's a man?
Diving in and out of pussy, trying to get all that he can.
Living in his mama's house, trying to call himself grown
When there's nothing in his life he's accomplished on his own
So there'd be nothing to gain, if I did decide to claim him
He'd just be one more dependent, take my money, then go spend it

These thoughts pass faster than seconds,
He's still touching and caressing,
but I'm staring at the hickies on his neck.
And it hits me like a train would
Clearer than the light of day would
That he's never going to give me his respect.
Though his hands have known my thighs
I know nothing of his mind
And the heart that beats so fast for me now
Really isn't mine.

As our limbs become untangled
I find I'm no longer strangled
By the thought of leaving what we were behind

Written: 10.11.08