do ya?

I gotta go

I got to go

Do you wanna know

Where I

Got to go?

Cuz I’ll tell

If you sell

Your soul

For the answer

But u ain’t missin much

When u don’t know

Where I’m gonna go

Cuz you know

Yur not welcome there

Anyway

Any day

Now

I’ll be gone

And you’ll

Sing this song

Trying to

Recollect

The ashes I left behind

Of the past

You never knew

Because you

Didn’t care

Enough!...

To wanna know

Where the hell

I had to go

When you stayed behind

Lifting cobwebs of your eyes

Humming loveless lullabies

To yourself

And your dreams

And now it seems

You’ll never see

Where I wanted to be

Cuz you didn’t care

When I was there

So you shouldn’t care

Where I go

Or do you now

Wanna know?

What is this? I don't fucking know. Just an ode to unwilling good byes. Perhaps more than that. But on this page, on youu screen, its just words thrown together,maybe to make sense only to me.

The Slut Lover's Predicament

Stop!

Heart beat is strained, blood flow constricted.

Breath comes in spasms and sanity is restricted.

When you walk in the door and you light up the floor, with your footsteps coloring the path behind you red.

It’s not blood I see pooling in the wounds you leave behind, but the aura of a passion that will never be sanguine.

You come camouflaged behind your sparkling teeth, low cut blouse and hip hugging jeans. You sway, you swish and you make everyone swoon. Delicious innuendos in every lurid move.

Bathed in disco lights, you’re colored by a rainbow, each curve highlighted, for hungry eyes, to the perfect glow.
Tongues wag and boxers grow tight even the ladies can’t resist the sight

of your body throbbing with temptation, setting fantasies aflame, and igniting passion.

I love you. You seem to want to forget, as you vie for affection from everyone else.

I wish I could be mean, and shallow and possessive, throw a jacket around you and drag you back home and tell you that you belong to me. And me alone,

But I’m not shallow and possessive; no I’m enlightened and moderate. I’ll let you entice everyone’s eyes, and suffer ignominy at the party tonight.

And I’m not self righteous or archaic, I’m an open minded adult and it doesn’t bother me in the least how you flaunt your assets. Sure slip a nipple in front of an unsuspecting lout. Or bend down to give him an eye full of ass. I’ll just smile and wink and even shove you towards him, hoping that he will claim you for once. And maybe then you’ll know the game you play is fraught with peril since you don’t seem to see what it does to me.

But I’m not vindictive or petty, I won’t make you sweat your nasty habits. I love you for who you are, and if you are an attention whore that’s just my luck. But is it too much to ask for you to be a little more modest a little more discreet? A little more like you care about me?

Maybe it is, and maybe I am shallow and vindictive and petty and possessive cuz fuck you bitch, I ain’t takin no more of this shit!

Dedicated to the brother who didn't know when to duck out and cut his losses. The one who proves that love is indeed blind. Also dumb.
Hope he never reads this. :P