White Boys Stress Me Out

I don't know how many times you can tell me you guys are just friends and I'll actually believe you. I told you "You pay for her shit. She pays for yours. You court her." "No that's just what friends do. I'll take you out next week." I smiled and didn't say anything. I didn't know how to react.

You turn around for a superficial conversation. I think of all the things I can say to you. You turn back around and all I can say is "What are you doing?" "What do you mean?" "You say she's a bitch but you are still around." "She's easy." Your comment turned my stomach, wondering why I even like you. I asked you "Where you always a dick?" You take a sip of your bud light and said "No I realized it gets me what I want every time." Not knowing where this will go but I hope you will soften like play dough. I want to feel your softness, see your pain, weakness, and vulnerability. No more Mr. tough guy. I never liked that part of you. I like you raw. It's rare but it was always more honest. You were always the most honest.