Yes, I do...

She wants to know if I write poems to you after we’ve made wild passionate love to one another in your dreams, and I said yes I do.
 
Why the fuck does she want to know when she already has a wedding band upon her hand, that was given to her, from another man ?!  
 
She also wants to know what it feels like to touch the edge of your psyche whilst bathing in your love and devotion.  
 
Well. It feels right, and not wrong. Surely, you know right from wrong, or do you ?
 
May I please ask, what business is it of hers to ask what he does with any other woman, when she already has a husband ?!  
 
Why would a man pour his heart & soul into a woman that fucks another man when she turns off the screen ?!
 
If she spent as much time bonding and growing with her husband, he might just gift her the words she’s so desperate, and needy to hear as he drinks himself into an oblivion.
 
So much for better or worse, until death do you part because the way she most likely drives him to drink, he’ll be dead in no time.
 
Blah !  
 
It’s evident she enjoys her self imposed misery, and pity party amongst however many fake profiles she’s created in order to brutally fuck with your mind.
 
Sighs.  
 
That’s exactly why I went away and I won’t be making the same mistake again, so if you’re addicted to her BS, then please don’t speak to me ever again.