A poser, image-maker, when you reach for him, ‘poof’ he vanishes. He can’t show up because he doesn’t know how, or if he does show up he doesn’t know how to express it. The elusive fart in the room, felt and smelled for a just a moment–lingering then leaving.

No one should settle for this. Don’t cheat yourself with the ‘take what you can get’ rhetoric. Or the ‘nobody’s perfect’ bullshit. All ways we betray ourselves, all designed to deny us our heart’s desire.

Let the mediocrity go. Halt the pushing, pulling, and prodding employed to cajole someone into changing, who has no intention of changing anyway. Someone wanting you doesn’t equate to them doing what it takes to have you. I wish it did. But it just doesn’t.

They have to do the work. And if they’re not doing the work, then what they say is nothing but used car salesman talk. Let them find another sucker.

If they come on strong–they aren’t. They’re weak amoebas, barnacles looking to attach and suck the life out of someone and you would be wise to step aside and let them walk on by.

If they come on strong, they fizzle out the same way. Quickly, forcefully, desperately, and the worst–selfishly. Being bankrupt, they steal; having little of their own, they must take pieces from others and stitch them together, forming a flimsy cloak to cover them until they can find another to feast upon. And the cycle continues.

Having nothing of their own, they have nothing to give. Nothing true or real anyways. They lie on the fly, while fully believing themselves. Like cotton candy. Sugar and hot air spinning around and building into something big; but once you bite into it, it dissolves.

These cotton candy people are particularly dangerous for me. I am a generous giver who, if not careful, will end up with no more than a pile of cardboard cones lying around.