Told myself two sodas was enough for staying up all night tonight but I think when I turn one into 50% alcohol I can add more.
My math is impeccable.
"why don’t you just leave? that’s what men do"
"it’s not that men leave, it’s that men just leave *you*”
her jaw hit the floor, his eyes opened wide
in a moment, a phrase, her self-esteem died
a smug little smile crept across his face
"you get out of my life!" "then get out of my place"
and during this banter, some regret did glimmer
he thought this too far, he too was a sinner
they’d spent years together, through thick and through thin
how could he say something so under the skin?
but from dwelling on memories, he lost all his doubt
this bitch was just crazy… yo- peace the fuck out!