Just Another Guy

He's just another guy, another fuck. And it can be said that I tried to love him. For all of twenty minutes, I waffled between love and manipulation; to feel the emotions or to say the words. The words won out. Though I admit the possibility of something else, something MORE, the opportunity passed. I won't end up with him. Not the least of reasons is that I make more money than he does and I always pay for everything when we're together. Sorry, been there, done that. I don't need another Raven revisited. But for now...for now there's the sex, and some of that drug I crave.
I wonder if it's enough to get me high?
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