A story of a fool.

We met in the spring time. It was a cloudy day. My outfit matched the weather. We locked eyes. His scarf was gay. His haircut wack. That smile. Hello. Business card. Not his own. Call you on the telephone. His dinner sounds nasty. Brush off brush off. Now we meet. Your enthralled. Asked to marry me. I leave for a week. I stand u up.u skip over me. I'm cool as sound. You ask for role reversal. To the kitchen I go. I ended up gettting fucked. Over.over.over.over.again sexually explicit open provocative. New beginning. Shock. And anticipation. Let down. Let down. What cud be the reason?. Is he cheating? Imnot his girl. Ima girl in his world. Ima pawn in a game. It ended up all the same. I'm uneducated. I'm not black. I'm unemployed. I feel him on my back. I'm good for a money shot. I'm good to spend my bread. Keeping you happy. Super well fed. Leaving me alone more than once. I'm not your type. We won't work. I can't see. Is it all lies? I get a text message. I can't be w/ you. No more. Well is tht so? His reasons didn't hold up. But ima hold up. I was good in private. That we both know. This is the end of our story. All because he didn't know what he had lost. A soulful miss w/ a lot of love to give. The world in her hands and honesty on her lips. Passing up a diamond is something only fools do. But I guess if he knew he wud be getting me appraised. Instead ill leave my memory of him in this glass of chardonnay.