Leaving your bed for mine, that, is what he’d wanted to do, isn’t it? Well, there was a time, that I’d, wanted, nothing MORE than just that, but now, I’m, no longer, that certain, that this, is what’s, rightfully M-I-N-E (and yes, I am, THAT possessive!!!).
Leaving your bed for mine, but why would he, huh? Is it something that I offer to him that’s better than what you got? Or, is it just in the natures of that man, to CHEAT, in ALL male species across the “board” of ALL things living, to fuck around?
all you’ll ever see, is the BACKSIDE of the man you THOUGHT you loed, not my photograph…
Leaving your bed for mine, don’t even bother, this B&B&F(uck!), is CLOSED, FOREVER! I don’t NEED this, I thought I’d, needed someone, to love me, to PROVE my worth, but, each and every time he’d left my bed, I’d felt, so awful, so guilty, for hurting, his wife!
Leaving your bed for mine? Get REAL, this BED, is CLOSED, besides, I’d found me someone (actually, it’s, TWO someones!) new, who’ll, keep me warm, throughout these, cold, winter nights, and, they’re both, committed to me, they both, LOVE me unconditionally, showed me emotional support when I’m down, and they didn’t have to say any word at all, just lay there, by my feet, quietly, accompanying by………
Life, the Obstacle Course 