You leave the morning after.
You took, tried, tricked, and told, but not of what you think.
I know now of the little man you are, which is such a shame. A man with a mind like yours shouldn't be in the forces. Your warped. But you can compromise and be persuaded and enticed rather easily. Your emotions will only degenerate over time. You'll come back worse than you are now. You'll be a machine that runs on instincts and fear, not pride. You'll be left with nothing but severe mental health issues. But why not kill?
I let you in and saw your motives and you begged, like a child for some red vines. In the dark you come alive. Feeding on words and descriptions, playing on emotions and trust. I've been infected with you since the day I saw you. Creating something much more divine than the parasite I now know you to be. I wanted something, you wanted me to risk everything. You groveled, pleading through your intoxicated sleep like a drunkard in an alley.
You are disgusting and pathetic and all those other words that I could never figure out how to call you.
Fill your excuses with those green bottles of sweet nectar like you have for years. But don't treat it like it's not an issue. I've loved you for so long and within the span of an evening you have disproved all my theories on the subject. You have successfully ruined me without even trying. You took all of my efforts and threw them away, like lowly pocket change into a tarnished dish. And because of your drink you wont even remember. I was the only one to ask what others never would. I was the one that said no to you. And you took it horribly. Stooping to every possible low within fifteen minutes.
So now I'm broken and your bettered, or at least you would be if you could dredge up what happened last night. There is nothing left for me to say to you except you are the snake in the eaves of a garden and your good at what you do, I hope one day the others will get the chance to fuck with you.
© m.f. /Roxywaters Dec. 2010
