This Whole Time, I Thought I Was Just A Man-Pleaser
Distancing myself at the post office, staying back, it's a game I've grown fond of, despite hating it. He looks and he smiles, and I say nothing. I say nothing and it deters him, I think. It makes him confused.
This isn't what he needs. It isn't what I need. He and I both feel like enough shit to make post office pornography right there on the loading dock. That's what this is all about. And yet I like playing the game better. I like not answering him. I like smiling back in that way, so he doesn't know if he should say Hi or nothing.
I like it because in my lifetime I never could.
This isn't what he needs. It isn't what I need. He and I both feel like enough shit to make post office pornography right there on the loading dock. That's what this is all about. And yet I like playing the game better. I like not answering him. I like smiling back in that way, so he doesn't know if he should say Hi or nothing.
I like it because in my lifetime I never could.