the woman in me

[spilling_poetry]

i imagine that you read my journal periodically as i read yours to affirm on a regular basis my distaste for you. i see you not as a threat but as a parasite. and, like any parasitic life form, you manage to thrive on whatever meager emotions you can suck from your victims; lovers i think you call them. all parasites need a host to survive.

back the fuck off.