When She Loved, She Loved Big

My honesty for those use to parasites, or just fake people may be off putting, but you always know where you stand. When someone is transparent like me, there’s no chance for betrayal, distrust, or games. I say how I feel, I’ve always been that way, it was my superlative in high school: most likely to tell it how it is. I don’t have the energy, time, patience, or fear to be fake. It’s not my style. For instance the same friend I had to ditch, in high school we had a best dressed category. Mind you this is Manhattan, so Eva with her put together, boho chic looks won by a landslide. No one voted for the ditched friend, because matching sneakers to your fit wasn’t the vibe in said borough. I was the only one who told the truth, standing in a circle at a party as they attempt to bully answers out of us. No one voted for her, but all of em said they did. What does she do? Add an urban category since she was on yearbook, so she could give herself a fake win. A mess. I’m no longer friends with the people standing in that circle who lied, they proved to be backstabbers, fake, disloyal, shit talkers. That’s the risk you run with opaque people. You may not like what I have to say, but it’s the truth and says everything about my character. You can trust me. When I love, I love big and everybody knows. And if I screw you over, or have plans to ruin your life I make that clear too, have I not? Again you can trust me, if I don’t like you, I don’t like you PERIOD. Are you transparent or opaque? Artist: Cleo Wade