I dreamt about the future. I believed that I would be in a place where love wasn’t something I was finding but something I had found. In my 22 years of existence, I never thought that I would have experienced such hatred for somebody.

It may come as a shock but that somebody is you.

I tried to be the one for you. I tried to fit all of your requirements. I tried to be perfect. I tried for you.

Whenever you wanted ***, I gave it to you...hour after hour, minute after minute, second after second.
Your arms under my legs as you **** me against the wall grunting into the depths of my skin.

My arms wrapped around your neck keeping me balanced as I stare out into the open space, lost and confused in my mind...

what am I doing?

Your movements becoming harder,and faster as you start to reach your peak. My eyes starting to close as I feel your breathing becoming more rapid.

"**** KYLE!" Is what you say to me...your body coming to a halt as you release your fluid inside of me.

I unwrap myself from you and watch as you walk to the bathroom. "Such a great ****. I love ******* you." you shout. The running of the water penetrating my ears.

That's it.

Wash myself from you. Wash the deepness of me away.

And then there's me. Sat on the bedroom floor, still engulfed in your scent and surrounded by your sweat.


that's just it.

Imagine loving someone so deeply knowing they don’t love you back...yeah I did that ****