she looked me up and down

a smile on her lips

let me tell you something

you are a pig

a real asshole

you say what you want

disguised as the truth

as if

you think

it makes you better for being real

it doesn’t

sugar coating doesn’t make you weak

would it kill you

just once

to tell a white lie

instead of blunt force trauma

she glared at me

not caring that she was making a scene

hate in her lovely eyes

she wasn’t done

you can make me cum

and you are so very good at it

your only real talent

but knowing how to fuck

how to pull my hair

lick all around and tease me at the edge of cumming

remember that day

i nearly ripped off the headboard

made me scream for an hour

and then bent me into a pretzel

do you

i nodded

that was the best day we shared

your only good trait

every other day was me hating you

knowing any other man was a step higher

and i was right

but i cannot help myself

when i think of you

i hate myself

because i want to feel your mouth all over me

push your bald head down

and just grind your face

feel your hands all over

rough

pinching

how you would bite my inner thigh when i was at the edge and that made me want to even more

slide that middle finger in and out real slowly

play with my ass

you were the worst choice in a series of bad ones

but i am soaked

and you always knew how to please

so what do you say

let’s give each other some new bruises

make the neighbors stomp on the floor a bit

you can do whatever you want

she slid her hand into her pants

and showed me her wet fingers

held them up to my face

i licked my lips

inhaled her fragrance

and shut the door in her face

she screamed at me through the solid wood

how she hates me

how i can fuck right off

i just turn up the jazz and smile

i’m a pig

a real asshole

but i’m not the one going back to my boyfriend upset

and i sure as hell won’t be thinking of her

instead i drink a glass of water

write some more

adjust myself

and hope she doesn’t come back