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this is true love baby

Brandon doesn’t love me anymore.
said he found out who i was,
	“in his own words,”
as if his own thoughts,
had been absent for a time.

this romantic torture bullshit...
maybe it’s why
she saw me on the table with jk, whose pants were on the floor.
	caught in the act
	at a roach infested laundry mat.
	
i admitted to her for humor’s sake that
jk’s dick was ok, 
but that, 
for some reason,
i wasn’t exceptionally interested.
i made him
finish himself off.
i wouldn’t even 
“catch” it.
how rebellious.
	god, don’t i really know 
	how to stick it to ‘em
	in their greatest hour 
	of need?

Brandon’s romantic torture bullshit.
hanging up on me
makes him feel like a man.
my swan song is now to see 
how long i can go on before i catch 
venereal disease.

	possibly, at this moment
	digging deep in me is a 
	parasite, 
	waiting for a chance to 
	swallow me whole.
	waiting to kill
	everyone
	i’ve ever 
	fucked around with.
	i could be
	passing on the grenade with the
	pin popped.

terry and spankie had
both got off jk in their mouths...
i’m in the company of
leaky cunted slobs.  

Brandon doesn’t want me anymore.
instead i have dreams about 
being his girlfriend,
which in and of itself,
was special like herpes.
	only difference is that
	one of them just
	lasts a
	little
	longer.

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