What business do you have getting jealous over me. You already have a wife, you ******* fiend. You ask too many questions. So I mention my non-boyfriend and the crazy in your eye catches me off-guard. If nothing else, maybe I've deterred you. And still there's questions. I never anticipated your coked out reaction. I don't need to be the victim of past life regression every time I enter the kitchen. I never gave into the chemistry cuz I could feel this poison coming from eons away. I never let myself joke with you unless I cracked. I never let myself care for you, and that's a fact. I always avoided eye contact at all costs, I pretend not to hear you when you scoff, cuz its not my fault. I tell myself it's not my problem when I ignore your attempts at connection and you look lost. My rejection is all you should have expected. You're ******* married. Even if you weren't, we have bad juju. It was never gonna happen. You are your wife's headache this life. So leave me out of it. How glad I am that I get to walk away and there's no us, and no children for you to hang over my head anymore just because I want out. You couldn't dare touch who doesn't exist. There's no cowards way to keep me oppressed. How relieved I am you cannot touch me. We are in public, I will never cower to you ever again. Your not my keeper, your just my boss. Get past the past lives. Get over yourself. If you do not, I'll just **** you again.
My soul's take on past life beef. When the ending of a poem reveals one of the many times men made it into its a you or me situation, if I don't bludgeon you to death in your sleep, you're probably gonna **** me. Once you put that threat on my babies, its your head your plating. Touch me again, ***** I might be as bad as I had to be. I didn't understand my deep rooted Aversion to this person til this just came out. I didn't even realize I suffered all that berating about something I didn't even do last shift bcuz of jealousy til the crazy eyes kept flashing in my head then this came out. I never figured my boss was my past life oppresor.. I didn't mention anything about men til today cuz i dont talkabout my personal life with people im not friends with, i did today cuz i thought the thought of me with someone else would be a deterrent, and then i get the metaphorical **** kicked out of me by someone who yes can be ******* but had never once stepped to me, he was the sweetest even when i ignore him cuz he's so intense i feel like ihave to or if it was going back and forth itd just be flirtation. Or maybe I'm just bitter for whatever life I actually got the crap kicked out of me. Alls I know is I'm always a ***** despite the fact that I'm not a ***** to other ppl.and when I'm extra ice queeny, even tho I'm not trying to be, this tuff guy looks intimidated by me and says sometimes your looks could ****, it makes too much sense now. I'm starting to feel bad tho thats two guys from my work I've murdered in past lives that I know of so far, I cross checked myself with multiple psychics before I let myself feel bad :/ i always figure it out on accident. Ishould probably get used to it idon't even want to know how many ppl i killed for petty reasons in that Egyptian life that everyone hired me to poison everybody. No body ever suspects the glorified *******. Well i wasnt that bad i only slept with you if you bought me better jewelry than ubought everyone else and if we had enough past lives for me to care. Even if idon't show poems to whom i wrote them it gives me insight on myself. I always felt like the biggest ***** for never wanting to commune with this person til now. Now i dont care. You do not disrespect me. You don't ******* touch me. I need a new second job.
