Disgusting and low
I am repulsed and finished
Any attraction I had completely diminished
Revulsed at the persistence pursual displayed
I blocked you
Speaking french and chocolate skin was not enough to mask the lustful, filth contained within
My flesh crawls at the memory of your grope
Vile and reprobate
I hate the up that chucks when even the letters of your name cross my periphereal
Visual frame
Back seat encounters and dollar bills dropped off on my night stand
How I settled for your sickly sensuality is a backhand to my own dignity
Completely unplanned
I pity your foolishness in ever thinking I would entertain again a man so mired in his own arrogance that there was a thought we could be friends
my wisdom far greater than your pride knew that access to me was what made you try
You make me sick
Underhanded, lying prick
I'd rather kick you in the dick than speak a word to you
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Theresa Marie Cain
I am a writer. At the heart of every creative endeavor I am a writer. Putting nomenclature to my pain, rage and shame. Cognominating (look it up-I did) every pleasure, peace and release. I am a creative. I am a writer.
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