I don't know what to do about the men in my life. There are three and a half boys clawing at my consciencness with fingers like razors. The first left eight months ago but still makes his presence painfully clear. I can't forget how perfectly my nose rested in the hollow of his throat. The second isn't really deserving of the term man. Convieniently forget phone numbers says alot about his class. I will soon forget his name, as he has forgotten mine. Sweet number three, he is a taste of home. I wish he could see me smile, and feel the New Orleans air on his face as I do. The half, named James, I've seen and respect. We will speak tomorrow, and maybe, I will find a true friend in him.
Reason for writing:
I know its silly, but other women should know that you don't need a man in your life, or just because you do have someone, or in my case 3 and a half, doesn't mean that everything is okay...
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