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Fuck you both
You broke the rules. Friends are off limits.
I don't want to know your excuses. You were special to me.
But now, when I think about you, all I see is you doing all the things you would do to me but to her.
Did she touch your face when you were cumming?
Did she look you in the eyes and connect with you the way we used to?
Does she taste as sweet as I do?
Did you lay together after and have those deep talks?
Did you laugh together? I don't want to picture it-it's too hard.
Yet, I can't stop thinking about it.
I can't even look at you without seeing her.
Your beard. It's tainted with her scent now.
Your lips. Touched her passionately when they were mine.
Your eyes. Saw her naked when they should be on me.
Your cock. Oh, your cock. She doesn't deserve to be serviced the way I know you do.
She's a lying, backstabbing asshole who promised me she would never. But she did.
... and you.
You let it happen. You knew this would tear me up and you did it anyway. Then you want to tell me about it!?!?! You want to tell me that you thought it meant something? Is that supposed to make me feel better?
FUCK YOU BOTH! She's no one to me now. She knew I loved you and pretended to be my friend.
She is NOTHING to me.
And I can't even look at you anymore.
I don't want to know your excuses. You were special to me.
But now, when I think about you, all I see is you doing all the things you would do to me but to her.
Did she touch your face when you were cumming?
Did she look you in the eyes and connect with you the way we used to?
Does she taste as sweet as I do?
Did you lay together after and have those deep talks?
Did you laugh together? I don't want to picture it-it's too hard.
Yet, I can't stop thinking about it.
I can't even look at you without seeing her.
Your beard. It's tainted with her scent now.
Your lips. Touched her passionately when they were mine.
Your eyes. Saw her naked when they should be on me.
Your cock. Oh, your cock. She doesn't deserve to be serviced the way I know you do.
She's a lying, backstabbing asshole who promised me she would never. But she did.
... and you.
You let it happen. You knew this would tear me up and you did it anyway. Then you want to tell me about it!?!?! You want to tell me that you thought it meant something? Is that supposed to make me feel better?
FUCK YOU BOTH! She's no one to me now. She knew I loved you and pretended to be my friend.
She is NOTHING to me.
And I can't even look at you anymore.
Published 11th Jan 2025
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