1. This is not about one person.
2. Criticism about the writing style is always appreciated. *looks around for The Hunter and The Mantis*
A man must only give that which he has in his possession. Anything else would simply be a desperate pretense at capability and an insult to the one who would receive it.
How do I give an apology for a crime I would appear not to have committed? Is there something I omitted at the beginning of this journey? Something I failed to say? I know very well that as with most writers who carry their souls in their pens, words often fail me when my tongue is to be the means of communication. And so now, instead of speaking, I write. Maybe I shall find redemption in this post. The acceptance of an apology forged of multiple taps and clicks my keyboard makes, collated into this post and placed at the altar of my conscience for a sin of omission which I accuse myself of committing. Even though the fact is that this massive cluster fuck comes as a result of you choosing to omit my words from memory when dealing with the feelings you should not have for me.
In many ways, I am unlike many of my specie. This fact has become something that stands as both a source of pride and pain to me. But as it turns out, pride is not power. My pride became my pain as once and again the love I gave did nothing but give others the power to engrave using the shards of my broken heart, pain within my soul. So much so that I could take no more losses and I was forced to cut those losses and shut down. A moratorium declared on love, feelings and other sordid affairs. All relationships would be friendly, sexual, or both.
“I’m sorry; this one is officially on a love lock down.”
And this I told you clearly when you and I came into play. For though my needs, they may exist, I have never been one to seek for sex through deceit or misrepresentation. We spoke many words but the interpretation we came to reminded me of words sung by Donnell Jones … *singing* No relationships involved, let’s keep it strictly physical…
You claimed to understand and agree but I could see that you were not as strong as you tried to give off. I may have taught in Setting P that you were not allowed to catch feelings, but nobody ever taught me how to make sure feelings are not caught for me. I predicted to myself that you would fall, but did nothing about it for fear that my arrogance may have been misleading me. I guess that to protect you from me would have been me being my best, but my interests lay between your breasts and thighs and the sighs I could elicit when we had illicit affairs. Funny how the feelings brought about by breathless moans and ecstatic sighs can transmogrify into unwanted emotions. And so it was that you fell, and now here we stand.
I hear the tears and emotion in your voice as we speak post coitus and you try not to voice out those words which lie at the back of your throat, threatening to come out, but I feel nothing. I see the stark truth in the words you type out when you text, but I feel nothing. A part of me wants to lie, smile and tell you what you want to hear, but the truth is exactly as you fear and I cannot care enough to make it different. You’ve unwittingly placed your heart at my feet and stand asking for mine. A small, chivalrous part of me asks why I cannot give you what you want but like I said at the beginning, a man can only give what he has and I would not insult what we do have.
How can I give you my heart when the place where it once was is empty like a punch bowl at a drunken house party? How can you even ask for it when you were told it was unavailable? You haven’t, but yet your silence rings loudly. It lingers with every unsaid word that lies in-between the “I miss you” and “I wish I could be with you right now.” Maybe it’s time for us to ease back and renegotiate the terms of our arrangement. But this can only remain as it is or become what once was. I cannot be the knight in shining armor you seek. I cannot save your heart. I hope you read this and find some clarity. I hope you understand.
[Not] yours truly.
November 5th, 2011 at 12:27 am
Loooool panda panda. . .
EFE u wrote sumfn like this. . .
Moral of the story
Don’t mix biz with pleasure
Set p with the mindset of an igbo man
P is P
November 5th, 2011 at 12:33 am
I like this. A whole lot. It’s just so….fresh.
November 5th, 2011 at 12:34 am
This…… Is beautiful…….
November 5th, 2011 at 12:41 am
Lol. I like the “…you fell, and here we stand…” part
November 5th, 2011 at 12:53 am
i like this…
i can relate so well
weird
November 5th, 2011 at 12:54 am
sad:(. story of my life
November 5th, 2011 at 1:11 am
I love this for several, plenty reasons..
it reads like an aftermath to me, a place where i reside now. familiar territory and familiar scenario(s)
some don’t just get it, some things can’t be given, not because you don’t want to but ‘cos they are not available to give.
*sigh*
November 5th, 2011 at 1:29 am
*applause*
November 5th, 2011 at 1:36 am
You know how you have no words to say after the best posts? Yeah.
November 5th, 2011 at 1:48 am
I really really like! (Y)
November 5th, 2011 at 7:44 am
*rushes in*
Sorry I’m late.
I love the style, it’s both honest like a man having a glass of vodka with a twist of soliloquy. What makes it even more panashe is that the honest writing tasted expensive, like good, affordable liquor for the upper middle class.
However, the inclusion of details and sentIence would improve your art. They say show a story more than you tell it. Sight, smell, taste ++ plus little extras that make a person a person, (you kissing the chocolate crumbs of her mouth and the look she gave you, how her rough palms relax when they’re in yours)
All of us keep learning.
November 6th, 2011 at 12:38 pm
Yo, Curly, I disagree. Including details would have watered this down. It’s not a letter. It’s a sentence (on something that had been previously discussed) that you elongate into a full post-it page and stick at her door. It’s not a story. It’s a message.
November 5th, 2011 at 8:53 am
This isn’t an actual letter to ‘her’ ,is it?
Is she reading this?
I wonder how she must feel?
Why won’t he just give her a chance?
He’ll never knw….
Beautiful, Powerful stuff…Nice one 😀
November 5th, 2011 at 9:14 am
I know this is supposed to be personal, and heart-felt, and touching, etc etc etc, but it just makes me want to set P with the Panda. Sorry.
Anyhu, pele to the person this is for. I know how you feel. DM me if you need someone to talk to. 🙂
November 5th, 2011 at 9:32 am
So beautiful yet sad.
November 5th, 2011 at 9:37 am
Yes!!!!! This is the perfect description of a man’s thoughts when setting P goes wrong. Painful, but very true. Excellent writing. I felt like I was in the writer’s head as he wrote this down. I really like this
November 5th, 2011 at 9:52 am
Lovely. Sigh.
November 5th, 2011 at 1:11 pm
Wow the peerson would feel bad after reading thiss. But u ryt, a man can only give what he has.
November 5th, 2011 at 3:27 pm
*sigh* I feel this post in the depths of my soul like it was written to me….I know I could lay no claim to his heart but a girl can only hope right? For without hope what point is life really? But like u said he can’t give what is not there for him to give *tears*
Goodwork Panda (y)
November 5th, 2011 at 4:08 pm
Panda panda *sigh* This is truly good. I got called a few names lately cos (I suspect) he’s got himself in further than he’d like to admit. But am I bothered??? Does mahogany grow in mars?
November 5th, 2011 at 4:39 pm
Compelling story, great delivery. (Y)
November 5th, 2011 at 5:34 pm
Damn!
November 5th, 2011 at 6:10 pm
I love this post shikena….explicit, a lil bit verbose but cool otherwise.
November 5th, 2011 at 7:00 pm
I need to forward this. Thank God its in my e-mail.
November 5th, 2011 at 9:56 pm
I love this. Nice.
November 5th, 2011 at 10:51 pm
Damn bruv…..
I always say ladies find it hard to seperate nookie and love. Fucks up perfectly good P
November 6th, 2011 at 8:49 am
Well Written. I like
November 6th, 2011 at 9:34 am
*drops my last beside the door.
very clear and mature writing. reads really nice,like the kinda crap I like to read. I have no words. thumbs up for the journey u took us through.
November 6th, 2011 at 9:36 am
Do I know this story? Even with ‘regular friendships’ I’m not able to ‘give my all’ ‘cos I’ve got none to give anymore.
November 6th, 2011 at 9:42 am
LOVE IT! Exceptional writing, I would never have guessed right off what this post was about. If this is actually happening my heart goes out to the babe BUT Agreement is Agreement .
November 6th, 2011 at 9:46 am
Most times when p is set, someone catches feeling…sometimes, it’s the guy sha.
November 6th, 2011 at 9:56 am
This is brilliant! The style makes the message sink in slowly, gradually. You absorb it and appreciate it. Until finally you’re one with the character written about. You are right there, in his retrospective shoes. Good job, Panda!
November 6th, 2011 at 12:38 pm
If this is about your car then I’m not sorry for you AT ALL!
November 6th, 2011 at 12:46 pm
I like this. A lot. Some of my fav writers have applied this style especially when passing messages they have little or no emotional connection with. It’s blunt, it’s precise, it’s real. I find it ironic how some women here seem to like and even endorse the post.
Interesting.
November 7th, 2011 at 11:43 am
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November 7th, 2011 at 1:34 pm
This happens a lot…. Not just girls catching feelings but guys as well…I once said ‘we don’t control who we have feelings for now do we..’ You really can’t blame anyone for catching feelings…. It’s sad… But she’ll get over it.
lovely post.
November 7th, 2011 at 3:44 pm
Very well written…(Y)
November 7th, 2011 at 9:18 pm
This, right here, these points, they point, the weakness, the strengths, in eating, hot eba. She bit more dan she cud chew. Nice angry post bro
November 7th, 2011 at 10:21 pm
Panda ure gettn beta @ dis errday!
November 8th, 2011 at 3:50 am
Lol..
November 8th, 2011 at 8:28 am
Lovely…….y
Ps. You sir were meant to follow me on twitter <_<
November 8th, 2011 at 8:58 am
*sigh* Well, I won’t blame either of you for how it turned out eventually cos the cards were laid on the table from the get go and one doesn’t really see these feelings coming on the other hand, you just wake up one morning and realise that you feel more than you should, more than you’re allowed to feel for someone but like John Mayer says in his song, say what you need to say. It’s better to to say too much than never to say what you need to say *smiles*. I’ve seen an originally inteneded P-Setting setting metarmophosize into a full blown love affair, which led straight to the altar, so I don’t agree when folks be like, how can you catch feelings. It’s just that it’s a dangerous way to gamble your heart and emotions but if you must, however it turns out, na you go take your head carry am.
Pele for the babe sha. Panda hmmm, u need to get a heart sha.
November 8th, 2011 at 9:34 am
Yemiiii *clears throat
November 8th, 2011 at 12:05 pm
Oh, she will understand alright. But its either she gets it and renews the contract (as it were), moves on or obsesses over you (and ur gift) even more… Very sophisticated. (Y)
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