Chocolate On A Diet

He’s on a diet called marriage.

He’s not supposed to have you. He doesn’t even deserve you. He hurts you and hurts her too. So disrespectful. Neglectful. How does he help you?

To be a better woman than you are? That’s what you want him to do right? You want him to be the right guy. The one who doesn’t lie and doesn’t try to get away with things like having kids and wife while using you as the one who just gets the pipe?

But you love him and you tell everyone that. You protect him for their attacks. Cause they’re your friends and you love them but they don’t understand. He’s not their perfect man.

He’s yours.

But is he really? Is it you that he loves? You that he holds? You that he keeps warm when you’re cold? Or is it just, in the words of Ms. Hill, that thing? That thing that you feel? When he thrusts back and forth? That makes him yours?

But the truth is, baby, she’s getting that too. It's not yours. It doesn’t belong to you. It belongs to him and he can use it on you or her on a whim. Because you make yourself so available to him.

Don’t you understand it now?

He’s not supposed to have you. He doesn’t even deserve you. He’s your treasure but you’re his guilty pleasure.

Like chocolate on a diet.