You never loved me. Even if you knew how.
All the beer in the world couldn’t help me forget you. Your taste… is the flavor of pungent, sweet patchouli.
Your Love was my Percocet… A pain numbing experience now endured by all.
Wheat-blonde hair with an azure gaze; God graced you with a deliquescent smile. One that liquidified me like no fire ever has. Your meer presents devoured me.
A passionless act-
Mysoginistic in conception-
Overall an object of your feminine desperation.