prose-b4-hoes:

As far reaching and elaborate as my efforts may be, I fear they may all be in vain.

She knows not what she wants, but she is positive that she is not happy.

Guess and check, that’s her preferred method of finding a mate and Im beginning to fear that I may be just another casualty of her inefficiency..

Possibly…

Surely there is more to us than the fleshy equivalent of… “well if the shoe fits…”

Lace me up,
Call me gorgeous,
And then ask for me a half size smaller.

You continue, but my “sole” is weary and my tread is dull.

Break me in and walk away…

Content in your indecisiveness,
you don’t consider the soul.