I bet right now,
he's giving her a good fuck.
I bet beneath their knees
are tangled sheets
that don't smell like me.
I bet right now,
he's gripping her hips
and telling her lies
like "No one's been this tight!"
I bet right now,
he's giving her a good fuck.
She's sobbing the bathroom
still living in the fight.
I bet right now,
he's screaming through the door
questioning her trust.
I bet right now,
he's giving her a good fuck
while he whimpers whispered secrets
he swore he'd never tell.
I bet right now,
he's giving her a good fuck
while she thinks he's still at work.
I bet right now,
he's calling her crazy
as she calls him on his lies.
I bet right now,
he's screaming I'm sorry
while he's clinging to her thighs.
I bet right now,
she's whispering
"I love you"
while he's giving her a good fuck.
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Rantings of Borderline Personality Disorder
RandomThis is me. My pains and issues. The thing I post are true to the best of my knowledge. This is more of a journal. Welcome to my mind. My spider is named D'Vorah Dearest.