At first, it was jealousy. Of course. I know this emotion so well. Stemming from insecurity, comparison the thief and men who broke the trust in me but, when I thought about it, really thought it through I decided…
You two were made for each other.
I imagined your time would be spent looking in mirrors and comparing your list of supposed accolades …
But pretending yourself out of pretentious self righteousness by saying you’re an acquired taste when literally anyone could sip from you.
You’d have competitions to see was more believable in the masks that you wore. And then fight over who was more more…
Aesthetically pleasing to the masses but internally void..
A dodged bullet in a faulty gun slid into his overpriced holster. Congratulations … the perfect pair.
Leave a comment