"It's not the same anymore," she yelled
and he really didn't like it when she'd
try to control him.
"You fucking cheated on me."
He used to have a girlfriend,
that he found on his way to the club
she was young,
and all alone
so he swept in just like
he swept her off her feet.
The sex had him craving
more and more
for her,
and she let him,
because it was just a bit of fun for her
and she didn't think a relationship
would go far,
but it did.
He became in love with her,
because she was perfect,
and sweet and caring
and most of all
trustworthy
and
loyal.
She's now his bitch
and they'd still sleep together,
he was marking her for the
love
and she was claiming him for the
fun.
He didn't know what real love was
but he assumed that they shared it
because she didn't care for a condom
when they were about to do it
and he didn't complain.
"Dude, why are you spending so much
time with her?"
His friends asked
and he didn't have an answer
except for,
"she's my girl,"
and slowly she was shredding his heart
and his friendships.
"Please, think about this."
She asked, because she saw him
fall deeper and deeper in love with
her
and she wasn't falling too.
"I want this," he said
and it almost made her heart flutter,
almost.
She cried that night when she
explained that tattooing her name
wouldn't prove any feelings towards
him.
He didn't like that.
He used to have a girlfriend,
now all he's got is hoes
he found a young girl,
and made the mistake of taking
her to his home.
