your heartbeat is the sound of my life... - m4w (trust me...you know this is you.)
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Date: 2009-02-22, 10:19AM EST
When the breath of a man is cut short by the look and feel of a woman, it's love or something akin to death...I've died a thousand deaths thinking of you, and yet you don't wish to entertain the thought of us having a future- even a new and different version of the one we had in the past.
With that said, why will you not be a friend to me? I offered my very life to you...like a sacrifice in the face of a funeral pyre...in a moment of weakness, I even offered to sell my soul for you. I wonder if you feel you are truly worth someone's soul?
Each day I reach out to you; I post here, I email you, and you give me the same retort...yet not so long ago you accepted my hand in marriage and wondered if you would be accepted into my circle.
So...can you hear me screaming?
You're my drug...my addiction...and I will probably die a lonely death because of you... nothing about you deserves me, yet you make me feel as if I'm somehow unworthy of your attention-yet the college kid you felt up did? Wow...I offer a soul and get shit on...he grabs your breasts in a stupor and tastes a slice of heaven.
I treated you with respect, but never had the chance to taste you...others act like fools and get to drink every drop.
Perhaps I'll NEVER understand life...no, I guess I do...Life sucks, and whores go on smiling. Oh yeah...they suck too...but all the wrong guys. I wonder if your husband truly knows where that mouth of yours has been? And just think...you kiss your kids with those lips...
Party on, you bitch.
With that said, why will you not be a friend to me? I offered my very life to you...like a sacrifice in the face of a funeral pyre...in a moment of weakness, I even offered to sell my soul for you. I wonder if you feel you are truly worth someone's soul?
Each day I reach out to you; I post here, I email you, and you give me the same retort...yet not so long ago you accepted my hand in marriage and wondered if you would be accepted into my circle.
So...can you hear me screaming?
You're my drug...my addiction...and I will probably die a lonely death because of you... nothing about you deserves me, yet you make me feel as if I'm somehow unworthy of your attention-yet the college kid you felt up did? Wow...I offer a soul and get shit on...he grabs your breasts in a stupor and tastes a slice of heaven.
I treated you with respect, but never had the chance to taste you...others act like fools and get to drink every drop.
Perhaps I'll NEVER understand life...no, I guess I do...Life sucks, and whores go on smiling. Oh yeah...they suck too...but all the wrong guys. I wonder if your husband truly knows where that mouth of yours has been? And just think...you kiss your kids with those lips...
Party on, you bitch.
