you were excited for me to meet her. couldn't wait for us all the hang out. you wanted her to like me. and she did.
a little too much.
the first time i met her. the look in her eye. it was almost like you weren't in the room. that look, i know that look. the same one you gave me when you bit your bottom lip, said hello with your eyes, and tossed your hair back & forth. she touched my arm in that flirty way. did that "cute little voice" when she said my name. i knew right then..your girl wanted me.
she smiled..and said, you told her all about me. i bet you hate you did that. the lust in her eyes, pierced through my clothes as she undressed me and made love to me with her thoughts. she had already stabbed you in your back 2 minutes before she even met me, but you had no idea. no idea those conversations you two had about me...your feelings, your wants you confessed to her fueled her betrayal. blinded by trust and innocent ignorance you turned your back on your biggest hater. and she had her knife ready.
she's not your friend, she never was. she's never been happy for you. always tried to break you. she fed on your insecurities. then you went and gave her the blueprint to our relationship and she planned to destroy it. destroy you. see girls, like that can't stand you. they can't stand for you to be happy. to have anything they don't. and right now what she don't have is me.
i can tell you want to blame me. i can see it on your face. you want it to be me. you want to protect this friendship you've built up in your mind. and want me to be the bad guy. you want it to be my fault: maybe i came on to her, maybe you saw me checking her out, maybe i'm just a dog, a hoe, a friend-fucker. maybe it's me. it's true..you've known her longer. it's true..she's an attractive woman. it's true..she she can get her own dude. but none of that matters.
see it's not even about me. she's doing this to hurt you. she thrives off your tears, fears, and vulnerabilities. it didn't start with me, and probably won't stop with me. check her friend closet. there's probably shoes, underwear, socks, and pants of "your" boyfriend past spread all over the floor. i'm just the first to tell you.
don't be mad at me, be mad at your girl. . .
[october challenge: day#13]
5 comments:
See, this is why I am very tight-mouthed about the details of my personal relationships. I don't blog about it, tweet about it, or even have lunchtime discussions about it with anyone. My son's father and I kicked it for 2 years before anyone ever caught on. Women need to learn to keep your relationship private. You don't need all those opinions (and messy people) in your business if you want it to last.
This really struck a chord with me because I know that doggone look. My cousin gave it to one of my boyfriends in high school and I swear I will never forget it. Never.
This is why I only have a couple female friends...Dont trust em at all...
:) Your blog is blocked at work, it say's "porn" huh??? but I am at the library and just had to check in...I missed your blog....
This is one of the reasons I'm glad that my friends and I don't have the same tastes in men...but even if we did and I can count my circle on one hand, we don't roll like that. REAL friends respect boundaries.
@monique: i don't really think it's a closed mouth thing. i think it's a "choosing & knowing" your friends thing. most women have that friend that everyone else can see is toxic. but they can't. it's usually their "fake best friend" the one none of their other friends ever like. the one that everyone is always saying, "why do you hang out with her?". the one's that are always making you wonder.."why are we friends". i don't think you should tell your friends all your private relationship matters. but i think the only one's you have to worry about are the one's who aren't really your friends to begin with. even with family, you have to watch for people who are hurting you out of jealousy. and realize that's what it is.
@jstar: aww.. thanks for checking me out. and i hate i've been pornlisted. at least let me have some porn if i'm gonna be a porn site. it's probably due to my obsessive talk about loving porn. might have hit on some key words or something. yanno those nanny, work filters don't discriminate.
@starrla monae: that's what's really important. having friends you trust. and trusting they respect and love you enough not to put their lustful feelings over their friendship with you.
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