claim the end...

Once you’ve bored yourself with me after giving me a watered down version of what you say you have to offer. Moving on to find the next thing that’ll never make you happy as you pounce from this one to that one looking for another luv’r. It’s been nice to have known you. Now shove off and float face down. Goodbyes are forever and like ghosts that don’t exist, there’s no coming back to life. Listen to the way it sounds. Dig your grave and lay with the snuggle of dirt as I cover you with the luv in which you came from. Be as still as the disbelief you’ll cause my expressions trying to redirect luv. Just don’t be afraid to find you someone who didn’t expect you to grow. A sucker to tell you yes, as if you’ll be satisfied with the bitch you’ve created him to be before you leave him alone. It’s in the way of modern women is why men just wanna fuck. Just long enough to be superficial so that the solitude is to comfort the trust. But say it with a smile that you can’t reshape. I'll shit a good smirk that no longer speaks a familiar name. Come, get what you’ve came for so I can pass some time. I like being single in between the bafoonery of fake gestures that mount up to worthlessness that create the obscenities of my life. You’re a plaything as I’m supposed to need hurt when you go away. Although, the only thing that’ll bother me is giving up my freedom until you’re done acting out your game. So, who’s getting played? I’ll have my cock in more than your face. You’ll receive a cheap emotional thrill prior to looking onward to what else is out there. And I won’t care. I’ll fill your void so I can touch you in ways you tell the next fella he’s the best you’ve ever had. I just hope you cum and go fast. So I can get back to doing what I wanna do with myself. No, you’ll never be felt. You’re not the type that knows what it takes to earn a friend. So do what you do and claim the end…