I told myself I did. I convinced
myself there was no else. I came running
home to you every day, eager to take
your pleasure in, drowning in intoxicating

sin. I was faithful only to you. I couldn’t
resist you on my lips. You made me woozy. I
forgot everything, the troubles of my day
would slowly melt away. But this lustiness has

cost me. I don’t like being this needy. I knew
deep down you were bad for me. You showed
my body no respect. Worse than that, you made
me forget. So, I decided to cut you out. Good riddance,
dear ***** - you lout!