You took me again and I am so disgusted with you...
I can't believe the way you looked at my lips as if they were the sweetest thing you'd ever seen.
As if you hadn't had them before at your leisure.
And I couldn't decide if you ought to be smacked or rewarded for parting them so gently.
Yet before a decision could be made, you were already rewarding yourself.

I suppose I let you because your sighs were so honestly painful.
Maybe I let you because I could feel what she did to you in your breath that hit me so hard across my cheek.
Did I feel sorry for you?
Hell no. This wasn't a pity party. Both of us remember quite clearly who walked out.
I know what your capable of but I thought just maybe the ball was in my court?
If it was I certainly dropped it.
Attempted revenge, attempted.
Even if it worked, I surely don't think it would make me feel good.
You felt good though.
And isn't that all you need to know?
So you can build me up and let me go?

****, did I just let that slip? You should probably go home now. And do me a favor, if we ever see each other again...DO NOT let me speak. Thanks.