I existed for you, mister; I extolled yourΒ Β complex nature. I was intoxicated, briefly; you were good. You excelled at smart seduction; you outfoxed me with your hoaxes. I didn't watch my heart the way I should;
but by the flux of your affections, it meant approximately nothing. Any buxom minx could have you if she tried. It was a lonely anticlimax, but I kicked my sad fixation and nixed your plans to decimate my pride.