Well
said Henry
that would kind
of bring out the worst in me
I mean seeing her there
in our bed
with that fat excuse
of a guy
with that flat nose
and gut like a hippo
sure I tried to see
her point of view
even sat down for a while
while she came out
with all the excuses
under the sun
while he
the fat guy
put his **** clothes back on
saying nothing
but sort of squeaky sounds
and she got out of bed
**** naked
her eyes on me
all the time
her **** hanging there
as she moved
off the bed
and began putting
her clothes back on
all the time yakking
about why this happened
and why that happened
and I sat there wondering
what I was doing
just sitting there watching
them dress
saying nothing
just thinking of her
and the fat guy doing it
on our bed
wondering what
they were thinking of
as they were at it
and what went through their minds
when I came into the apartment
and saw them there
in the bed
Henry sighed
his girl dressed quickly
and the fat guy
had problems
getting his pants
over his big ***
and so
Henry said
I saw it saw them at it
and they kind of broke apart
when I opened the door
he big eyes
mouth open
his hairy arms
wrapped about her
and she tried to cover
her **** with the bedsheets
so I just sat down
not knowing what to say
knowing it ought
to bring the worst
out of me
seeing all that
but it didn't
I just sat noticing
the fat guy's ***
how he was struggling there
I almost got to helping him
on with his pants
but no I didn't
I looked at my girl
the girl who
less than a week ago
was making out with me
making all the I love you sounds
and promises of forever
Henry took out a smoke
and lit up
his eyes focusing
on the girl
taking in her shaky hands
her mouth speaking
almost screaming at him
the fat guy managed
to get in his pants on
and then began
to put on his shirt
and Henry inhaled
and watched
and his girl finishing dressing
pushed her fingers
through her hair
and still Henry sat there
and like I said
Henry uttered
between inhalations
it should have made me wild
ought to have stirred me
into action
but all I could think of
was how comes
she was wearing those earrings
while ******* the guy
why those
she could have worn others
I mean there was those
blue ones her mother gave her
the ones like blue ***** hanging
from her ears
but no
she had to wear the ones
I bought her
and that began to get me angry
and I glared at her and him
and blew smoke at them
then I put the cigarette
in the saucer
by the lipsticked stained cup
got up and rammed
my fist into his fat gut
and he went down
moaning about his hernia
or something
and she stood there
open mouthed
hands behind her head
her body stiff
as she watched the fat guy
hit the floor
Henry rubbed his fist
gazing at his girl
as she sat down
on the edge of the bed
looking at him
her big eyes
like dark pools
where only the brave go
or **** fools.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 7:33 AM UTC
Well
said Henry
that would kind
of bring out the worst in me
I mean seeing her there
in our bed
with that fat excuse
of a guy
with that flat nose
and gut like a hippo
sure I tried to see
her point of view
even sat down for a while
while she came out
with all the excuses
under the sun
while he
the fat guy
put his **** clothes back on
saying nothing
but sort of squeaky sounds
and she got out of bed
**** naked
her eyes on me
all the time
her **** hanging there
as she moved
off the bed
and began putting
her clothes back on
all the time yakking
about why this happened
and why that happened
and I sat there wondering
what I was doing
just sitting there watching
them dress
saying nothing
just thinking of her
and the fat guy doing it
on our bed
wondering what
they were thinking of
as they were at it
and what went through their minds
when I came into the apartment
and saw them there
in the bed
Henry sighed
his girl dressed quickly
and the fat guy
had problems
getting his pants
over his big ***
and so
Henry said
I saw it saw them at it
and they kind of broke apart
when I opened the door
he big eyes
mouth open
his hairy arms
wrapped about her
and she tried to cover
her **** with the bedsheets
so I just sat down
not knowing what to say
knowing it ought
to bring the worst
out of me
seeing all that
but it didn't
I just sat noticing
the fat guy's ***
how he was struggling there
I almost got to helping him
on with his pants
but no I didn't
I looked at my girl
the girl who
less than a week ago
was making out with me
making all the I love you sounds
and promises of forever
Henry took out a smoke
and lit up
his eyes focusing
on the girl
taking in her shaky hands
her mouth speaking
almost screaming at him
the fat guy managed
to get in his pants on
and then began
to put on his shirt
and Henry inhaled
and watched
and his girl finishing dressing
pushed her fingers
through her hair
and still Henry sat there
and like I said
Henry uttered
between inhalations
it should have made me wild
ought to have stirred me
into action
but all I could think of
was how comes
she was wearing those earrings
while ******* the guy
why those
she could have worn others
I mean there was those
blue ones her mother gave her
the ones like blue ***** hanging
from her ears
but no
she had to wear the ones
I bought her
and that began to get me angry
and I glared at her and him
and blew smoke at them
then I put the cigarette
in the saucer
by the lipsticked stained cup
got up and rammed
my fist into his fat gut
and he went down
moaning about his hernia
or something
and she stood there
open mouthed
hands behind her head
her body stiff
as she watched the fat guy
hit the floor
Henry rubbed his fist
gazing at his girl
as she sat down
on the edge of the bed
looking at him
her big eyes
like dark pools
where only the brave go
or **** fools.
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