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Author: xoxo SuGaR BaBii
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-14-04 - Updated: 11-14-04 - id:1759354
I find you hiding in the bushes, peeking around every corner
Purposely flaunting her where you knew I'd be.
Traces of the oozing jealousy smeared.
But I thought I was dead to you?
The stench of sex reeks wherever you reside
Thoughts of me aid to pleasure while you mount her used body.
An arrangement for pure intercourse, no love or feelings desired.
You think that the few minutes of the bliss she gives you will help you
Forget me...
But you never had the chance to use me
Like you use her.
You don't love her
Like you love me.
Nor will you hurt her
Like you hurt me...
She doesn't care if you live or die.
She just wants the money and the sex.
And knowing that you flaunt her, just to mock me
Rings the hateful words repeatedly in my head.
I feed your hunger for my morsels of pain.
Devour them. Taking your time to hurt me
So that you may gulp each thick drop.
I want to leave you in the cold.
Hurt you more than you hurt me.
But I refuse to sink to your level.
I want you to love me and warm me
And forget me.
It just hurts so bad either way.
Especially when you're with her.


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