A Man Scorned

Oh for crying out loud!!!! Helllooooo out there?! What are you men thinking? Are your serious? I mean really. It's not sexy to hide your true feelings. It leaves room to be replaced. It's not sexy to be fake...that will come back to bite you in the ass every time. Sure it can be cute to be mysterious and even a turn on to be slightly unavailable. Play those games for too long and the girl will move on to her next victim. Leaving a trail of broken hearts in her wake. U will be lost in the memory of her lingerie and her scent will haunt you. You will remember the five-hour sessions and great conversations and you will wonder why you ever "dubbed it down" in the first place. Oh yeahhhhh, that's right!!! You feared being hurt and crushed and left out to dry. Yet these are the ways you make her feel. Not to mention all the men that have come before you and done her a terrible injustice. And she still managed to get caught up in you. Ungrateful, unappreciative you. Can someone pleasssssssssssssseeeeeeee tell me why men are the dominant species and yet they are emotional crippled???? Get their lil heart broken once or twice and they want to throw in the towel. Life is but a game and we are players. The pawn is the weakest on the board and the queen is the most powerful. There is only one king. So which one are you? Now not doing for the next because you've tried it before and it didn't work out...well that's a crock of shit. Please tell me how many times does a woman experience heart ache? How many tears does one woman shed? Surely it's not just because we are more "emotional;" even in our most "bitter" state we return to that slaughter house of love over and over again. We jump off that ledge and don't look back. Sure, despite our perfect make-up, new haircuts, and killer outfits, a scar or two may surface. The past can sometimes get in the way. Insecurities can sometimes defer openness. But my heavens, we sure do know how to get over it don't we!! We hurt, we weep. We work, we exercises. We shop, we move on. The world is vast and because so we eventually believe they can't all be scum. You men on the other hand, not so forgiving!!! Get burned, and it's hellfire for any and all who follow. What does it take for a man to let go of his past? Give up the ghost? Seems that men are the new-age scorned and bitter. What's the deal fellas??? Dat bitch Eve ate the apple, not me. Yes a woman ordered the head of John the Baptist on a platter, but not this woman. You want her, but you won't admit it. You miss her but you deny it...won't say it. You love her and you hate it. Karma is real, you betta believe it. Play those games and you will regret the day. You will sit back and remember how her being unavailable, went from intentional: stepping away from her cell, signing off Instant Messenger when she see you get on; to real: she is no where near a phone willing you to call. She put on that lingerie (that she used to wear for you) under a dress (now wearing it all for herself) and hit her favorite dept store in her brand new wedges...and oh no, no reception:( She's not on the computer because again, she is no where near a computer. She is on a date with that great guy she met at the mall while shopping alone (when you should've been there fooling around with her in the dressing room and carrying her bags) or she's out with the girls. Either way, game over, you loose. While being so busy, self centered and neglecting. She is now dancing her way into anew. She was fulfilled before you and since we woman are built with an armor just for disappointment, she is already getting over you. Then the roles reverse. You are now the one replaying her voice mails, you now reread the emails all day everyday. You keep looking at the pix until you get the nerve to DELETE THEM ALL!!!...except that one...and that one. Shame how you were once too busy, too tired, or too sleepy. Funny how you feel when the stiletto is on the other foot. Wish you would've been a lil more open and a lil easier on her. Oh well, c'est la vie. Such a tragedy:( Who knows what could've been, had you kept up the facade that led her your way in the first place. Damn your rep for being better than real thing. Maybe you should take some notes from him. Couldn't hurt. Bet he never gets dismissed. But then again, why would he? He knows how to act. It's all an act, the world is but a stage. Take you place. Shit or get off the pot. Shape up or ship out. She just may forgive you and give you another shot. That's if she has not moved on to her next victim. However if she has, you are but just another broken hearted fool of a man who let her slip through your fingers; when you once had her in the palms of you hand, guess you weren't too good at catching those throws after all. She made the plays but you fouled out. And you now lay in the tracks of her stiletto prints. Haunted by her scent.