it was immature
and boyish
that i broke up with you
way back in high school
because you wouldn't put out.
but i said as much,
so i'm not sorry.
i said what i knew
to be true.
but you swooned
only after i had starved
myself. i didn't want
you, i only wanted
proof.
i can't help that
instant feminists
called me a pig,
adding shame
and desire
to the mix.
you remain deeply resentful
and frigid in my imagination,
but i cannot muster even
an ounce of guilt for
not deceiving you
instead.
i would never violate your trust.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 5:53 PM UTC
it was immature
and boyish
that i broke up with you
way back in high school
because you wouldn't put out.
but i said as much,
so i'm not sorry.
i said what i knew
to be true.
but you swooned
only after i had starved
myself. i didn't want
you, i only wanted
proof.
i can't help that
instant feminists
called me a pig,
adding shame
and desire
to the mix.
you remain deeply resentful
and frigid in my imagination,
but i cannot muster even
an ounce of guilt for
not deceiving you
instead.
i would never violate your trust.
such and such a thing i did,
such a thing i didn't do;
i have made peace with myself
as well as the idea of you.