The Otherside of the Game

I know that he loves me I know hope that he's faithful. I just wish he was around more.

See, my boyfriend is in high demand. He is talented, charismatic and driven. And he loves what he does. He loves it so much, that most of the time I am home sleep after late nights in the studio or at a gig. A lot of our time together centers around his work some way or another. I love his work. He has a way of striking notes that moves people. It moves me.

But I wish that so much of our time together wasn't work related. It's great to have a talented and creative musician to sleep with every night. It also sucks to have a talented and creative musician who is always sleepy when you seen him.

And it doesn't help that I am bored all the time because I hate my job and none of my friends are fuckin with me. I'm a mover and a shaker and as of lately I've been twiddling my thumbs, bored. I'd love to spend hours a day doing something I love.

Am I jealous? A little. I don't get anywhere near the opportunities and love that my boyfriend does. People love him a lot more than they love me. I, on the other hand, am like watermelon in December; out of season. People just ain't feelin me right now. And I wish I could describe this frustration right now.

And if I were him, I'd rather spill my creative juices, then sit around listening to some whiny girl. But sometimes I wish he'd forget about the world and just sit around with this whiny girl sometimes...