Same 'ol Situations

 
He said he wanted no strings  
She agreed...in spite of her needs  
...no strings..  
...no rings..  
None of this you're my queen  
I'm your king type shit  
And whatever entitlement that brings  
But things changed...very suddenly  
....got strange  
...once she felt his range  
That caused the rise of her phoenix  
Then came the remix  
...with her wanting to renegotiate  
Terms of endearment  
..but was it appropriate  
That this opiate of lust  
Become the foundation  
..not one of companionship  
And trust  
Because she bust nut  
..after nut  
But after that  
..then comes what?  
Her coming out on the losing end  
..tired of playing friends with benefits  
Time spent only when it fits  
..his needs  
Something's gotta give  
...no way for a gal to live  
Constant capitulation to the same 'ol situations  
..chances of a relationship nowhere in sight  
"But GOD it felt so right"  
Yeah she was looking at it from the wrong end  
..fucking herself just as much as he was  
Common sense  
..all but gone with the wind  
 
Author's note:  
   
Guess it's easy to lose focus  
From the hocus pocus  
Of good luvin  
Becoming blind to the fact that  
Good dick doesn't make  
A good man  
Any more than good pussy  
Makes a good woman  
Yet how many of us  
Have at least once  
Traveled this path  
Straight into a lovers dead end  
Ending up bitter  
From the nasty aftermath  
Late nights at home seething with wrath  
The residue of going straight from  
Infatuation to obsession  
Skipping lessons only time can teach  
Hot and heavy never becoming  
A slow and steady simmer  
Marinating in each others' beings  
Never seeing the three dimensional  
Aspects along the way  
Which some have managed to learn  
While others continue to get burned  
And yet still others have decided to turn  
The tables to suit their own  
Hidden agendas  
   
..using intimacy as an act  
Not something to truly share  
..but a lure to ensnare  
.. a weapon  
..a sorta stepping stone  
To make his way into her home  
Thinking he would atone  
For her many nights spent alone  
The freak of the week performing nightly  
Conforming to her desires  
..but not her needs  
Hoping his proposal of marriage  
..to a mirage of pleasure  
Would be how she measured him  
..thus treasured him  
As his thickness repeatedly filled her  
..but could never fulfill her  
No matter how good he pound it  
She was spiritually grounded  
..deeply rooted  
...very well rounded  
He was totally confounded  
All that cum he swallowed  
..still seen as hollow  
..... lacking substance  
Offering nothing of sustenance  
Yeah the head game was tight  
...and the dick was great  
But he couldn't man up  
....and carry his own weight  
True she may be alone  
..but never was she lonely  
And end the end  
..all she saw him as  
...was a one trick pony  
Only good for a quick ride  
   
Or what happens on the flipside  
..when dude starts datin this chick  
With low self esteem  
 seeming to fulfill all her wildest dreams  
Reckless with that sexual aphrodisiac  
..girlie already unstable  
Soon to become stalkin maniac  
Maybe he was unaware or didn't care  
But the signs were always there  
He thought it was cute at first  
....her acting all jealous  
..liked the attention until she became  
Possessive and over zealous  
..always checking for his whereabouts  
Now suddenly dude wanted out  
..telling everybody she was insecure  
And borderline crazy  
Which was true but he was a freeloader  
..and just plain fuckin lazy  
Always looking for a situation to manipulate  
..fucked with the wrong one  
Almost tempted fate  
..and made a date with the Reaper  
She wasn't a keeper  
..that's for sure  
..more like his midnight creeper  
Got himself an order of protection  
To make her to keep her distance  
And this is one instance  
..you'd think he'd realize  
All those gifts she bought for him  
..made him the grand prize  
But this dog was too old  
..for new lessons to be taught  
...unable to reconcile with his own faults  
Fuck it!....just tuck it all away  
In the emotional vault  
..and keep playing the victim card  
 
Author's Note:  
   
..which makes it hard for  
The full picture to ever become clearer  
The truth blurred when  
Looking through a cracked mirror  
Unable to see  
Sex as primal force that  
Without communicated expectations  
Can lead to serious regret and remorse  
Got to plot a suitable course for intercourse  
According to where we are in life and  
Knowing when we're being treated properly  
Or treated like property  
Pay close attention to the writing on the walls  
Don't let the stroking of them {walls}  
Give us dyslexia and start living life ass-backwards  
A slave to that one sensation  
Succumbing to silly temptations  
Lying to ourselves thus to others by default  
Take responsibility for every action  
And inaction  
Be grown 'bout ours  
And a bit more picky where we drop our drawers  
Learn to manage them flaws  
Instead of throwing immature tantrums  
On Facebook and Instagram  
Trying to get a consensus  
When no one really gives a damn  
Because the shit is senseless  
Like a bad sitcom re-running the same skit  
With a different character  
Running the same shit  
Watching the syndicated broadcast  
Of a custom made hell..  
..or is it purgatory?  
Kinda hard to tell..