I should have left ages ago. I should have left the first time he lied. But he had a way. My sweet Ryan had such a way with words.
Another used condom in his car that was definitely not ours. He just wanted the intimacy that left our relationship the first time I found panties that definitely weren't mine.
My sweet Ryan had such a way with words. If I'd stop complaining, he'd say, he wouldn't be so stressed. He's only doing this because of me, he'd coo. Finger running through my purple or red or brown hair, whatever colour he wanted, he'd tell me that if I'd just fuck him, this would all end.
My sweet Ryan never saw it coming. My poor, sweet Ryan never got to say his final words. My poor, sweet Ryan had it coming, but did not deserve the slit throat and the cut cock. If only I had fucked him, this would have never happened.
