On phone calls from ex lovers.
I am not yours, I am not yours, I am not yours. I've decided that the worst move I can make against you is no move at all; that you don't deserve to hear anything from me, I won't even grace you with a sigh.
"I wish I could have fallen in love with you. I couldn't. It's just too bad." You said.
If that's the case, then you can pick your shit up and walk away. You might have recaptured the others, kept them in that cage suspended by those green eyes of yours, but you won't have me. I will slit my own throat and die in a ditch outside of Popeye's Chicken before I let you have me.
I'll risk a moment of narcissism. When you cheated on me, you waived your rights to a beautiful, genuine woman who wanted to care for you. For God's sake, MY PUSSY TASTES LIKE CARAMEL APPLE. You gave up a girl whose pussy tastes like childlike nostalgia. You took advantage of me and on top of that, you threatened me when you realized I wouldn't stand for it. I don't let anyone intimidate me. And if I ever see you again, you won't leave without fingering
four well placed gashes in that sad face of yours.
I am a stronger girl now, because of it. And you stand as my blueprint of what I will no longer accept from partners.
I wish I never would have let you touch me. I would rather fuck myself for 1,000 years in purgatory than ever let your fingertips come near me again.
Remember that time you made me bleed? Against my wishes? When I told you to stop? Ha. If I could go back in time to that moment, I would scratch your eyes out while you were lost in that abandon.
"Shh! Stay still! I am trying to hear your heart beat!" I whispered, at some other time. I climbed on top of you and lowered my head to your chest. "Beating very fast. I think that means you like me." And then I whispered, "I love you" like a sick, dying child talking to nobody.
Oh, it's over darling. Over. I wish you could see the goddess that came out of the pain you created. That instead of downing that bottle of pills one day in a moment of madness, I threw them across the room. Put on some clothes and some make up and forced myself to get on a bus and volunteer downtown for a good cause.
Yeah, i'll risk narcissism. I am beautiful and powerful and I mean what I say. I don't even crush on more than one person at a time, but you didn't know that. Contrary to what you told me, some day someone will love me again. Better than you. More truthfully than you. I don't put up with bullshit. I deserve a girl with a soul and TWO nipples, this time.
And if you loved those other three women so much, then go fuck them. Fuck off. You won't be fucking me.
I am not yours, I am not yours, I am not yours. I've decided that the worst move I can make against you is no move at all; that you don't deserve to hear anything from me, I won't even grace you with a sigh.
"I wish I could have fallen in love with you. I couldn't. It's just too bad." You said.
If that's the case, then you can pick your shit up and walk away. You might have recaptured the others, kept them in that cage suspended by those green eyes of yours, but you won't have me. I will slit my own throat and die in a ditch outside of Popeye's Chicken before I let you have me.
I'll risk a moment of narcissism. When you cheated on me, you waived your rights to a beautiful, genuine woman who wanted to care for you. For God's sake, MY PUSSY TASTES LIKE CARAMEL APPLE. You gave up a girl whose pussy tastes like childlike nostalgia. You took advantage of me and on top of that, you threatened me when you realized I wouldn't stand for it. I don't let anyone intimidate me. And if I ever see you again, you won't leave without fingering
four well placed gashes in that sad face of yours.
I am a stronger girl now, because of it. And you stand as my blueprint of what I will no longer accept from partners.
I wish I never would have let you touch me. I would rather fuck myself for 1,000 years in purgatory than ever let your fingertips come near me again.
Remember that time you made me bleed? Against my wishes? When I told you to stop? Ha. If I could go back in time to that moment, I would scratch your eyes out while you were lost in that abandon.
"Shh! Stay still! I am trying to hear your heart beat!" I whispered, at some other time. I climbed on top of you and lowered my head to your chest. "Beating very fast. I think that means you like me." And then I whispered, "I love you" like a sick, dying child talking to nobody.
Oh, it's over darling. Over. I wish you could see the goddess that came out of the pain you created. That instead of downing that bottle of pills one day in a moment of madness, I threw them across the room. Put on some clothes and some make up and forced myself to get on a bus and volunteer downtown for a good cause.
Yeah, i'll risk narcissism. I am beautiful and powerful and I mean what I say. I don't even crush on more than one person at a time, but you didn't know that. Contrary to what you told me, some day someone will love me again. Better than you. More truthfully than you. I don't put up with bullshit. I deserve a girl with a soul and TWO nipples, this time.
And if you loved those other three women so much, then go fuck them. Fuck off. You won't be fucking me.
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You kick much ass. Just thought you should know (if you didn't already)...
I recently tried to make ammends with an ex . Much to the same results . She called me the other night just to tell me she was going out with somebody else . Sweet girl, huh? Faith actually told me something a few days ago theat made a lot of sense . Exes are exes for a reason . If it was meant to be they wouldn't be exes . Simple truth.
You seem too strong to let this scar you . Rise like a Phoenix from the ashes and burn all of those who would try to cling on into dust and forgotten memories .
P.S. Caramel apple . Really?