Well fuck what do you want me to say?
That ‘darling it’ll all be okay?’
Because you fucked up
& now you expect me to forgive your sins?
Fuck yourself darling."
I can’t help but wonder. I don’t trust her. I’m still trying to trust you. I thought I made myself clear. That’s the ironic part. Clear. Transparent. But apparently you still don’t realize. Understand my needs.