she is white trash

He knew he had been leading her on. He never had any intention of fulfilling any type of masculine role he was playing into. She wanted to believe even though she was skeptical. His version of love was of distant admiration. Creating and recreating the perfect image of what could be. In the safety of his daily life. He could play the gallant, and suffering wanderer pining for his love. She could walk up and talk directly to him and the imagination would disappear. He would become caustic. His high ideals would want to knock her down. He would want to make her feel unimportant. He would tell her she is unwell, and insane. He would want to make sure his social stature and all his associates were secured arrogantly above the same ground her feet touched. Making sure they would never be forced to run through the same gauntlet she was forced through again and again. He would pretend not to see her. He would act like he didn't know her. He would be sure and shower praise and adulation onto anyone for, anything as long as it wasn't her. What sort of man does that? What sort of man allows a woman to be treated this poorly? What man would use a woman he claims to admire like a welcome mat?  To clean the feet of his admirers as he welcomes them lovingly into his presence.  To claim to not know when you've never challenged a person's credibilty doesn't not define innocence.

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96