Just a little bit bitter am I
I don't want to think about it any longer...
My thing for her is so over now.
Especially after her bitch seizure,
probably from neglecting her meds.
But truthfully, she didn't do anything,
at least recognizable... besides spell casting.
But I still have a reasonable amount of aggression
towards this person. Because I guess I've been jealous.
But now I'm starting to see how unhealthy this person
truly is, beneath the kind, fun-spirited,
wonderfully perverted, and hot persona.
Every time I see her painted pace,
I just wanna spew.
I want her so bad, I begin to burn.
Words so meaningless and fragile,
they spit from her lips with tainted passion.
Foul cherry begins to pour into her hand,
and the numbing beauty spills subtly over the rim.
She is to blame for casting fabricated attractions,
always awaiting unspoken promises,
from beneath her boiling black and burgundy boils.
Those druggy and willing blue eyes always promising,
with a sly cat smile that warms and comforts,
excusing for her absence.
She toys with the devil's bindings,
enslaving, and binding.
Bending over to revenge a father, she kneels...
Fucking worshiper.
And she pisses cold psychotic truths,
all along the bloody curbside...
as she goes to watch her boyfriend smoke.
gross.
p.s. kicking me, or kicking dogs isn't ok either.
This has been a problem with this person in the past.
there...I feel better...temporarily
My thing for her is so over now.
Especially after her bitch seizure,
probably from neglecting her meds.
But truthfully, she didn't do anything,
at least recognizable... besides spell casting.
But I still have a reasonable amount of aggression
towards this person. Because I guess I've been jealous.
But now I'm starting to see how unhealthy this person
truly is, beneath the kind, fun-spirited,
wonderfully perverted, and hot persona.
Every time I see her painted pace,
I just wanna spew.
I want her so bad, I begin to burn.
Words so meaningless and fragile,
they spit from her lips with tainted passion.
Foul cherry begins to pour into her hand,
and the numbing beauty spills subtly over the rim.
She is to blame for casting fabricated attractions,
always awaiting unspoken promises,
from beneath her boiling black and burgundy boils.
Those druggy and willing blue eyes always promising,
with a sly cat smile that warms and comforts,
excusing for her absence.
She toys with the devil's bindings,
enslaving, and binding.
Bending over to revenge a father, she kneels...
Fucking worshiper.
And she pisses cold psychotic truths,
all along the bloody curbside...
as she goes to watch her boyfriend smoke.
gross.
p.s. kicking me, or kicking dogs isn't ok either.
This has been a problem with this person in the past.
there...I feel better...temporarily