Off the French Cuff

My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.

There’s nothing like the love of a Mexican woman.

she’ll love you so hard you’ll wonder how a woman could love that much

especially if you are undeserving of that love she gives

man will use her and tear her apart

just to prove that he is still powerful

but nothing and no one can compare

to the power the Mexican woman holds when she loves

she loves so deeply into your soul

that when she finally leaves, you will wonder where your soul went

she will have tainted you and nothing will ever feel as good

nothing compares to the love of Mexican woman

because she can love harder than you can punch

and she will always be more powerful than the machismo embedded in your soul.

What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?

THE ONLY CHASER IM INTO IS CHUBBY CHASERS. SORRY.