Mr Dismissed: For the Queen that Requested It (thank U)

Mr. Dismissed.

My friend says he loves me

But he don’t

Says he misses me

But he doesn’t

Says he was trying

But

He wasn’t

He lying

He loves me like grim reaper shadows for the dying

He loves me like Snoop Dog and hoes

And then like Ludacris and area codes

And then again like snakes and toads until I’m frozen into a glacier of confusion

Don’t know how to take him

Or what to make of him

Or what to say to him when his fingertips so graciously leaves prints on the i-m-i-s-s-y-o-u keys

Boy please

Your love  for me is the equivalent of a winter frost

And a summer rose…our fate is like a refundable security deposit minus the dirty carpet

..and the walls that need new paint

And the broken dishwasher

And the stained steel on the kitchen sink

Whats left isn’t worth cashing in

You bouncing love checks boo

Loving me like broken necks that heal inside of caskets

Buried, dirt covered and head s toned…

We might be grown but our friendship was still in the developmental stages…we should have soared with sky limits

But he stunted our growth with 12 guages of bullshit covered up with scented oil “I wish you were here” text messages…

Cant understand why I don’t enjoy being a recipient of his mentally challenged and dysfunctional way of saying I’m Sorry…

He speaks in foreign languages when he’s not making jokes, although it’s not until he has a serious moment that I feel compelled to laugh

Like when he says he misses me

And I wish we didn’t turn into this

Cause this is it

Cue Michael Jackson, this nigga is moonwalking across my back with sandpaper penny loafers but –

-at least he’s smiling

Sleeping with the enemy but –

-at least he’s getting laid

And I like to see my people

Especially the ones that love me

And miss me

Like he

My friend

Who claims to love me and careful consideration, I believe he may, but our idea of what it takes to make a friendship build

Or collapse and break don’t align and that’s fine by me

But I for one no longer wanna be down in fraggle rock, bouncing off walls with him…

Running Olympic tracks until I’m too dizzy to see straight

Or to see how crooked he is..

We devolved from a circle to a dangling line

Which is why he’s so  good at lying

And I’m letting go of my grip

Suicide feels better than this merry go round of addict behavior

I’m quacking cold turkey

He loves me like…..like I love beef jerky

And I hate beef jerky

It stinks

When I find it between my teeth, I spit it out !!!

It has too many unchewables

Just like his paint splotched, spackle crusted love

And he swears he misses me

But his emotions are MISplaced

And MISarticulated

Our closeness was a bit of a MIStake

We are MIScellaneously, MIScarried like MISfired sperm

Instead of missing me

He should have been trying to miss the spot

Now X marks his forehead and I fully expect him to exhibit extreme behavior for my acceptance but –

I never really did learn to walk backwards

Or forward blindfolded

Eventually you’ll fall

And when you do

You take your shades off

The roses on my glasses wilted months ago

He says I’m his friend and he’s right

I’m HIS friend

But that doesn’t instantly make him mine

And he says he was trying but I think he’s lying

At the expense of my feelings

Looks like there’s a ceiling up there after all

My friend says he loves me

And misses me

And part of me believes it

But he only misses silent Susie

The quiet mouse who doubts herself just enough to stay silent when stuff stops adding up but shit stinks no matter who’s ass it comes from

And I might be soft but I aint a roll of Charmin

So his charming smile woo’s me only enough to show him the common respect I’d offer a stranger

Somebody better throw him a life saver

Cause he’s poked a lot of holes in that waterbed he made

And now he’s in danger

Of drowning. 

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