You had your chance with him.
But you gave it up.
He loves me.
Not you.
So stop crying when I kiss him or hug him.
Send your friends after me you ugly ass ogre.
He's mine.
And I'll fight for him.
Even if it means ripping out every strand of hair on yours and your friends' heads.
You fucking ogre
YOU ARE READING
Fire and Water
PoesieJust some stupid shit I write when I'm pissed off or feeling down.
