Do not tell me it’s the way I’m thinking.
I’m saying this as a positivist, dealing with what others leave as wreckage.
You look at me and say I’m too much work because I’m honest, ask questions, and address issues of concern.
You look at her and think she’s easy because she doesn’t ask anything.
There’s a kind of magic that flows between you – effortlessly.
Well, maybe that’s because you haven’t hurt her.
Yet.
You did all your bs practicing on others like me to win your bet.
There’s trust between you two now that you stole from someone like me, giving the fire taken – not yours – to another.
Candid Corvid Productions 