Maybe I was too ugly or was I too cuddly? Maybe my performance in bed was just so hopelessly bad. I believed in my heart and sure I failed hard. Forcing you to go get heal following you caring still.
It all seemed so fine to me. You were saying sweet words to me. And letting me get close to thee. But in lying so good are thee. Sweetly typing me to come asap and when I came to you asap "Whatever" That is the word what I hear and that is what you feel.
Coming to my bed drunk. Then like a wasp stung....