Dumb + Dumb

If 1+1 is 2, then Dumb + Dumb = Dumb asf. 

Bandit,  

To be seduced with the allure of a divine dacquoise. To be captured by those wandering eyes, about to be hidden by the clear frames of your glasses. To be smitten by your beautiful smile. To see him coming in, and to make jaws drop. To listen to the instrumental rendition of Deja Vu. To be a symbol of sex. 

So much sex in the world. So much sex. You want it, You want it now. The smell of ass and sex, the smell of a naked body. Your voice is calm, measured. Is this your new, underlying way of Seduction? 

You have a thing for tattoos, and you have one. On your right hand, a tattoo of a fish skeleton hugs your skin. And it looks sexy. Right next to it, on your back now, is another one. This one's a sneaky little cartoon. You are wearing those black jackets. St Laurent. You have no shirt on, its just your skin and that jacket. I am jealous. I identify as that jacket, just to be worn by you, to hug your skin, to protect you from the cold. Denim  blue jeans, sensual hips on the mend. I'm a goner for you. 

Jonah was being lectured on Sex -Ed. Yours is... Well, I know you have always hated Math. It amazed me how you equated stealing to Subtraction. You thought  he was Robin when he stole, even your heart, your innocence, your love and loyalty. You somehow thought that by Multiplying your efforts to get him to like you, you could somehow get him to Divide his attention between you and his other lover, whom he told you he loved.  The basic concept like Addition you have never quite grasped. Not saying that you couldn't get the answer to a Math problem such as 6+9, but you get the gist. Let us substantiate;

He told you you'd get what you want. And you wanted him. But he could never give himself to you. He was not even HIS to give. Hey good lookin'? What's cookin'? Six pack? More like A pack of bs. Sweet tongue? Baby that tongue has tasted the honey from cracks and caves in this world. Ooh you liked his big hands? Boo-boo Kirrii, they have grazed and caressed ridges after ridges, and the mountains and valleys world over. 

Experiencing it once is dumb. Going down the road fresh, again, is even dumber. So what then? fuck him and his  light skin, fuck him and his red lips, fuck him and his sweet nothings, fuck him and his personalities. Fuck all of them, fuck everything that's got to do with him. The darkness finally got a hold of you. 

Clipping of your wings, falling to the pits, to the Bottoms of Hell. Mercurial aren't you? Don't call me buddy, I am not your dog. You have those Peculiar Unsettling Thoughts. "What if I left, without telling anyone, would he be on his way?" What a perfect daughter you made. You think she is abstaining? Sorry to break it to you but she's on her third abortion, and has done therapy for Chlamydia and Gonorrhoea. 

Please BE Alarmed. The dj is not conducting a troubleshoot of the entire system. The Master Puppeteer is sleeping on duty. The puppets are not dancing, everything is falling apart. His carefully crafted strings are sent into a chaotic frenzy. You, the Marionette, spins out of control, arms flailing, and hat tumbling mid air. And, the prime and proper prince (ess) pirouettes with wild abandon. Sight for sore eyes. There is no such thing as Top tier Crap. No Bottom tier Crap or the Middle ones. Crap is like the so called sin. Lying and killing are all sins, and not one has a higher magnitude than the other, unlike our laws. Anyway, back to Top or Bottom Crap. It's all the same. Whatever you equate this to, is at your Discretion. Either way, you're still the dumb m-i-l-f or mf. 

What kind of messed up Cognitive Processes go on in that tiny little head to make it all happen? The mistakes, the regrets, the forgotten songs, the would be loves? Bandit, you know,... Stupid girls and boys, idiot men and mediocre women, they're everywhere. These basic bitches be running around here. You met your Ex the other day, said what up to his besties, now you're reminiscing of how y'all used to text and …

This world is exciting and loud. Great! You're one of one. You're the only one. Snippets come to your mind anyway, rushing, thirsty, wanting to be experienced again. The clichés … Are you the Titanic? Cause I'm gonna make you go down...Are you Tall and Skinny?... I like those thick baddies, let them sit all that ass on this Throne...You don't know how much damage he did, cause he gave you a taste. Is there really someone who will love the real you? Where you don't have to dilute any aspect of yourself or try and downplay your personality? That remains to be seen. 

There is no solution here. Ask Jonah for a few, he has plenty. Nonetheless, there is something. It gets its name from the alleged golden fluid that flows in the veins of the immortals (Greek Mythology) Petrichor. It is that sweet, pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm dry weather. And you can almost taste it. That is the only good thing in your life right now. You're better off, at least you know you're dumb. You were promised the good things that life has in store for you; lately it's just been pain. I know not whether You'll move past it, but one thing is for sure, Petrichor is here for you to enjoy, albeit just for a moment. 

*Insert pleasantry here*

A. S.