
Oh dear women how I wish that I was crazed, so I would have no sense and rip your childish face from your skull and inflict such pain. A women of disease oh dear lord keep me from judging thee… but oh how the anger intensifies, making me wish my insanity could lead me to believe killing her would retrieve what she has taken from me. And him oh him a wolf in the sheep’s skin, the adulterer the liar… the killer of me and my desire… but on you little jezebel I do wish you to burn in hell… such terrible things I breathe but beyond my skin, muscles, bones, and dreams there is only hate I wish to unleash on she… how dare you tread in my waters and think you would not sink… how dare you lie in my bed and make my sheets stink.. Lay your head on my pillow where my tears have fell… how dare you think your forever; oh you poor thing … you child sweet child keep dreaming of having what I behold… thank the lord that my anger does not unfold... you love a man with a heart in which you do not hold.. I have the only power to make him bend and fold… you are a moment and I am a life event… find your own lover and struggles which I have met… day one I met you and your face was a lie, day two I try to find something besides a desperate child inside, day three and I see your nothing to he, day four and you score only to believe, that the game that was being played had everything to do with you, when it was truly of me… you have been used and discarded nothing but a can to be recycled. Move on little child and know karma will bite you… I have the strength of ten men and weak for only one... but I will always overcome... for I am what you are not... real and hard to stop… what you know of love is nothing… your reflection is a child bluffing... you search for any to love you and lie on your back and think it makes you important… all it makes you is a whore a whore of man and I speak of that because I too have been a whore for love.. A dumb women wishing that giving myself would bring one to actually love... you are superficial in so many ways your Gucci your Prada your name brand things… I stand naked with no fancy designs just so the world can see I have nothing to hide… for I am not flawless in any sense at all my face is unperfected and I have huge scars and all… but most of all I have a man of many flaws who loves me all in all…I am a fool for him but you are a fool for life.. and with that you have been disbarred.