Puffy The Hooker

Chapter 1

To you. Do you know this is for you?

I'm an egg, cracked wide open, my raw, fragile yolk exposed

One small poke and I will break, pour all over you.

Don't touch me. Don't come close. Let me be. Let me pretend that I still have my shell.

I'm not strong. I'll admit that.

But maybe others will think I am. I care too much, that's why I cracked.

But just leave me alone.

Give me another chance.

Give me time.

The thin membrane of dignity surrounding my core is the only form of protection I have left.

It's all I can use to keep up this fake persona I've created.

I've dug myself in a hole too deep.


There's no escape now.


Puffy understands me.

I know you can help too... but I know for sure that she doesn't judge me.

I'll admit that I sometimes use Puffy... I sometimes use her to get what I want. That's because Puffy changes me. Puffy takes me to places I've never seen. She makes me look at things differently. She makes life seem better, brighter. She even impresses some people. I get put in their "cool" books just for being friends with her.

I've met other people with friends like Puffy. I used to think I wanted to be like them...That's what I thought I wanted...

but I've realized that's pretty dumb. Those people are total jerks.

Wannabe thug kids who live in rich white suburbs, thinking their Puffy-like buddies make them cool.

Okay, sure, I guess that used to define me. But I think now I've risen above that, at least just a little. Enough for me to be aware that I was acting like a total idiot.


Puffy has changed me. Like it or not. For the better or the worse, she has changed me. I don't know if you'll read this, and I don't know if you know that this letter is addressed to you.

If you can't accept the fact that I'm friends with her, then I don't know if you and I can ever be as close as we used to be. I won't show Puffy off to you or to anyone else anymore. I'll keep her to myself. But please let it go.

Please don't blame Puffy for my mistakes. All issues that you think are her fault are really me sinking into the sticky quicksand of societal ideals that I thought I was fighting. I'm not special. I'm not different. I've become one with the background. I'm not better. I've become what I was afraid of becoming.


I just want to let you know that I miss our memories...and I'm sorry for being such a crappy friend. I don't know if we can ever reconnect and be as close as we were since a lot of damage has been done and we simply don't share as many of the same interests anymore to be honest (maybe it was Puffy's influence on me... I don't know) but we can always try.


I know this is all pretty corny and cowardly of me to have to get this message across via crappy internet poetry that you probably won't read instead of to your face. I dunno. I guess I'll spare us the awkward silences and face contortions.


With all sincerity,

Izzy.

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To people who are reading this wondering what the hell it's all about, just appreciate its poetic aspects and think about Puffy. What does Puffy represent to you? Comment down below.


















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