Dear sweet baby Jesus,
or Valentine cherub
of the skies, were you blind
the day you struck me or
just really fucking high
did you consider the
ramifications of
your selfish but hilarious
act? Throwing me into
abomination and
never looking back. Were
you "trollin'" dude? Cause this
arrangment is passable
at best; it's gotten so
bad I can hardly bear
letting him watch me undress.
Not blaming you or anything,
but you caused this all to
be. I find it hard to
believe you had no clue
how miserable he'd make
me.
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