Hey you! …Yeah you motherfucker… Stop looking around.. I’m fucking talking to YOU!... wait, maybe you don’t understand this tone… you are so used to “baby” “sweetheart” “my love” “daddy”… all that ignorant bullshit that discerned and confirmed the power you possessed in my world…. I’ve escaped… Finally… and you will never hear another term of endearment out of these lips that have kissed, licked and sucked you like no other…
Bitch… I prefer bitch over honey… so, bitch, humor me for a second… those I love yous, I care about you so, you are my baby… were these all testimonial lies? … was it the drug induced states that had you speaking imprudently?… or do I just look that fucking stupid that you felt you could talk my panties off until the next bitch was accessible… better yet bitch, yeah I said bitch, do you just hate me that much that I was worth nothing more than a few laughs after you captured my heart, sealed it with sweet but deadly kisses and locked it in the dungeon of loneliness
Long nights waiting up for you to send that faithful message… “WYDN”… code for “I’m bored and your the weakest bitch I know that will come and fuck the dog shit outta me” … pussy shaved and wet, heart yearning to be complete, even if only for a few fleeting moments… I always replied… never left you waiting for if you waited too long my lucky chance would be gone… my temporary happiness vanished as you become impatient with your minion and allow the next bitch to suck the soul out of your dick… wait, you have no soul you sorry sack of shit….
Always super man in my eyes… no weakness emitting from your beautiful frame… yet, if ever there was a crack in your excellence I was always there to patch that hoe up… your head hurts, your stressed, sleep deprived, you have a paper cut… I know my role and I have always played it well … I will suit up for battle as a if I am a Zulu warrior prepared to fight to the death… if you were not happy there is nothing in this world more important than resolving whatever quandary is holding you back… I don’t need sleep, or money, or time to live for I cannot function until you are back to perfection….
I must confess… you are an exceptional educator… a little peanut butter on both the top and bottom bread and jelly on just one… shorten those text messages kuz no nigga likes to read a bunch of touchy feely poetic ass paragraphs about “feelings”… ugh!... play with the balls while I suck your dick if I want you to nut, otherwise I will be vainly sucking for hours.. oh, and I better not spit that shit out, spitters are quitters, I was the bitch you “cared most about”, I could never be a quitter, so I swallowed that shit… you taught me so much… lessons of love… the irony…
Always attracted by your honesty… your ability and willingness at “constructive criticism “… I am getting fat and you hate fat bitches… it is time to redo that weave Viola, you can’t have me representing you looking like a chicken head… that shirt is ugly… those pants fit horribly… that scar on my chest is the most grotesque thing that you have ever seen… I know you never intended to hurt me… you will always have my “best interest at heart”…
I was your “main” bitch… never the only but how could I expect a man of your stature to settle for one pussy forever… to limit yourself to one aggravating, overly emotional, middle aged fucker… you deserve more than a simple bitch with big dreams and an overzealous urge to please you… I should have been lucky to be part of your line-up… how dare I think, even for a second, that just my mediocre ass could be adequate… NEVER… I was lucky to be one of the chosen few… you always reminded me of that… I understand the punishments you were forced to bequeath upon me… you disappearing until I “got my mind right”… ignoring my calls… laughing at my desperate text… giving “my time” to the next, much more laudable broad… that’s what I get… fuck is wrong with me… defying your greatness… FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!
I needed to keep you in my life… my happiness thrived on your presence… my anti-hero...you signified supremacy... your means of fashioning your dominance not always conventional or virtuous but always done with such bravado…your “evil genius” techniques making you that much more acclaimed…flying around making people beautiful and pussies wett… so I work overtime… even when you are not in my realm I must live up to your standards… I no longer owned my pussy… it was yours… no other man will ever brag that I contravened your trust… I’ve always been esteemed at your prominence… there will not be a single soul that will speak of anything other than your illustriousness… I will defend your honor with my life… you are not an inconsiderate asshole, you are a misunderstood mastermind… you are not a slut of a man that fucks way too many hoes, you are a exquisite human being that is not easily satisfied and therefore needs variety… how dare someone see you as anything other than a valiant, majestic genius…
Compromised my all for you… praying for you to possess me forever… yet, you have taken my essence, my precious soul, that I have presented to you on a purple, diamond encrusted uranium platter, and threw it into the swamp for the alligators to devour… professions of love, promises to always “put me first”, declarations of your allegiance to me… gone with the wind that blows tumbleweeds across the Mohave desert… my heart captured and sealed with those fucking sweet but deadly kisses and imprisoned in the reformatory of involuntary isolation… I hate you… I want to hate you soooo bad… I fucking hate you… I love you… I hate how much I love you… Spawn…
~Viola Monroe
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