I find myself writing about you because of how manipulative you were.
Not only did you throw your own boyfriend under the bus and do it without my knowledge…you still leave me wondering…
“Should I trust your disobedience as a gesture of friendship or just fashionable fuckery?”
I remind myself of the mirror in your room and your thirsty yet admirable eye contact towards me when we were together...but is pursuing you justifiable…?
Is a spoiled relationship fair game to seek pleasure in when I was unaware of parties involved…?
Or am I finding myself reminiscing of a fathomable fuck too much to care…?
