I can smell the scent of the previous man on you. It's as if you made love to him and just put your clothes back on for years, waiting for me. How long has it been, darling? Three years? Four? I don't know; it's your secret. You won't tell me because he has such power over you that you go to the trouble of denying it. I can see his ghostly visage now, spectral, frightful, blackening the last white corners of our desiccated future until today I could identify his musk on your breath as I pulled away from the last kiss you'll ever get from me.
And good riddance.
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Good job capturing pretty much every dude I've known who's been obsessed with a female.
ReplyDeleteHow do you write things like this when you're happy?