Help Me Up
By JB rho
The female essence pushes me around. Never asking if I want to go that way. I succumb to its desires because I am weak. So weak that I don’t even have the will to fight. I am used and well, maybe even abused sometimes. My generosity often even infuriates me because I don’t see myself being taken advantage of. I never expect it anyway, but somehow, It doesn’t fail. I become frustrated with myself having to pick myself up, brush myself off, only to get kicked right back down. I used to long for a love affair. A whirlwind, typhoon, hurricane. A woman that could come into my life and encompass me...all of me. Now it just seems futile. I find myself expecting The boot. The kick right to my skull. I expect to pick myself up again, brush myself off, then prepare for the next one. You might say I’m a glutton for punishment. Maybe even a masochist, but someday, a woman will walk by the curb, she will discover me laying there with a boot print on my forehead, and she will help me get up.come on...everyone has felt this way at one point or another right? or is it just me? I'm not gonna give up though. Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 06:53 AM PST 0 • 10
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"The female essence pushes me around...."