No like all men…
I look but cannot see, I listen but cannot hear, I feel but sense nothing in return, my demons tell me you’re not real, how else can I explain your lack of sensitivity, your indifference, your avoidance of me. There is no pressure, no expectation from me save that you live up to who you say you are. We both know I’ve been taken for a fool, stupidly falling for a sham. At least I know I’ve been honest throughout which it seems you’ve not. You’ve taught me a lesson – I’ll not give my heart again to anyone unseen.
I find it really insulting that you’re basically saying I’m a fake. Who do you think you are to turn it like this because you don’t get your own way? I thought for once I’d met someone who was fucking nice, but no like all men, you tantrum when I don’t do as you say. I’m so gutted that you’ve done this to me. You’ve made me feel worthless. I hope it was worth it.
His & Hers – raw lines extracted at random from ‘Believing Sight Unseen’ a file of a man and woman’s words written as they came, from where, your guess as good as mine.