“so how was your valentine’s day?” – me
“it was real cool.” – him
“what did you do?”
“spent it with my momz.”
“you don’t have a girlfriend?”
he got real hesitant.
“i got friends,
but one deserves me spending money on them.”
“oh is that right?”
you’re not in the running.
all this time,
looking at him,
i couldn’t stop looking at his entire facial situation.
why does he have to be so damn cute?
so i hit up karaoke to vent.
besides the foxhole,
and star fox not being on this earth anymore,
she is the only one who gets me.
well as we were speaking in texts,
she said this…
please excuse “it it”.
auto correct stay violating my life.
it was like she spoke my entire feelings.
our entire feelings about this life.
why i’m sitting here feeling sad over the perfect wolf…
just not one of many who don’t want me.
and its not like i’m not a great catch.
i am a fuckin’ treat.
its just hard out here for a fox who wants to be taken seriously.
the wolves and whores seem to have a different story.
i spent the rest of the day in my own head.
i didn’t see him again.
“you gonna have to try to get him out your radar.
anytime you see him,
think he has herpes!
that might work.” – karaoke texted.
the ol “herpes” jedi mind trick.
i wish god would put a better wolf in my forest.
one who will make it easier.
i like easier.
we like easier.
its like you can have everything you want in your life,
but finding love is a fuckin’ challenge..
loved by someone you want and not have to settle.
is that too much to ask for?