i want the world to see you be with me.
a few weeks ago, i was walking down orchard road when i realised that half the men were checking out other women. these men were young, old, beer-bellied... boyfriends and husbands. grandfather's were 'looking' at young pubescent lasses with no regard of their female companions. some of the women were aware... but they let it pass. most of them hadn't noticed. truth to be told, i don't catch someone checking me out until he gets past me. it happens so quick. but the scene replays in your mind like a broken video record. i saw the glint in your eyes as you gave the girl with massive boobs a 'once over' and your lips formed a sickening smirk. voluntary or involuntary. i can't tell. the way our brow arc
hes when we hear of an interesting piece of news. it can't be that innocent... it fucking hurts.
my dear darling girls... how can you let that pass?
and i love you a little less than before.
they forget when you ask. fleeting. a fleeting moment. my dear boys... don't you know she just wants your attention? you are giving her exactly what you want. she want's you to want her. she want's you to look her way. she want's you to stray.
and what will you do when she learns to look over your shoulder?
when she decides to give in to another?
will you hold on to her and tell her how much you need her?
when you are unable to resist the up-skirts when you look up from the escalator.
how can you let this go?
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