How does it feel when you come to know someone else has been touching, holding, feeling, smelling the person you love more than yourself. A person you have given all rights over yourself, a person you’d do anything to keep happy; can you imagine that person in someone else’s arms? To make things worse you know the other persons motives too. Men are dogs. They say. Men keep running after the flesh. That’s why they are dogs. But ask a man. Even though he is a dog, running after flesh, he knows to whom he is loyal to. Women, i am not trying to generalise, when they cheat, cheat you completely. And after all this time, i have realized that it is not their fault. They have options and they have all the freedom to take it. I never cheated. Like a fucking german shepherd doubt on my loyalty was out of question. And look what i get. Whenever i watch those seasons of breaking bad or walking dead it feels like someone has smeared chillies on my wounds. Loyalty like all virtues is made to be pissed on. Someone else smells those lovely hair, your fingers grip someone else’s shoulders, you say someone else’s name with the same mouth you kissed me with. I can’t hate all women because of you but sometimes i wonder if all women have something in common. May be that’s why i like strong women. I have no problems with you cheating anymore, and i would never commit and be on the receiving side from now on, you whore.
September 13, 2015
September 13, 2015
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