I love her so much I hate myself for it.
She makes me go crazy, but this self induced
schizophrenia is wearing thin and leaving me
wanting. All I can think of are her lips.
Her skin as smooth as crushed velvet.
she probably lay sleeping beside
another one of her assholes.
Another one of those soulless dial tones with a
big cock and a half dozen half hearted jokes.
Which will be enough to keep her
amused and occupied long
enough to forget about me and
the things that I’ve said.