Obstruction
Hey!
Yeah. You. Aka bitch.
What gave you the right to intrude on my domain?
Float your sorrowful eyes into my realm
Where I am master, where I am king
I’d have you beg to leave,
Beg to squeeze your thighs around my anger one last time.
But this time, instead of makeup sex...
A cute by-product of your insecure shit...
You can take your ego
Lubricate your middle finger with the tears staining your pride
And go fuck yourself to sleep in your own distant cottage.
I told you once I would rip your pride to pieces...
In the same way I used to rip off your panties.
I lust to control you
I lust to breathe in your curiosity
I lusted... I lusted.
This dance is done because you do not deserve this passion.
My true self knows little boundary
Knows provocation
Feels intent, intensely.
Once you intend to stop existing as a nasty little shit...
I won’t be around to congratulate you.
I have plans, woman.
Get the hell out of my way; I tire of this obstruction.
Christopher Loflin
12 Feb 2008
It took 9 more months to end it, once and for all. Of course we fucked. What do you think I was, healthy?
