The Same Guy.

As a few cups of house party punch turned my saturday night into my sunday morning. There i stood on the balcony making out with "The Taxi Driver" laughing reciting poetry and apparently listening to his confession.

"I have always noticed you around"

You're really a nice guy

" you're so diffrent"

" I love your style"

I gave a flattered smile, and giggled away his smooth attempts to trap me in his compliments. For some reason he seemed so familiar.

"You're very talented"

"Your'e very smart"

"you're so diffrent, I like diffrent...i'm diffrent"

He seemed so familar like I met him before.

"Alot of people don't really get me"

"Alot of guys take my love for granted"

"Alot of guys have used me in the past:"

That's when I put my finger on it. "There it is!" I thought.

underneath his caramel skin, his beautiful browns, and his sexy pinks were the same words that all my skeletons had in common. I was talking to the same guy in a diffrent suit. The same nice guy, who wants old fashioned love affairs, but never gets them, because no one but guys like me (heart-breakers) set him up for failure.

We exchanged numbers along with a few more kisses, and i did call him before i fell asleep. But I knew where it would go.

I would would dig him for a week. have passionate sex a week later, and then be over him 2 weeks after that. It never fails.

So after we got off the phone. I told my self to not even play this same game. Because I know how he is. And this same guy can't handle the same love lost.