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She talks about you

and I hate it,

Writes words about how

she 'faked it',

Wouldn't mind

but I know,

She loves you more than life.

She's just an easy lay

she keeps getting in my way,

And you allow it

because 'when it's there, it's there'.

Well when the words are there on paper,

and I see how much she loves ya,

It makes me want to smash that porcelain face

into oblivion.

I've never once been jealous

because I always get my way with fellas,

Especially you.

But...

You can have me any time of the day,

Yet you still go back to that whore,

When she puts it on a plate,

You don't think of me anymore.

Until you're back,

Begging for forgiveness like you always do.

And I let you.

It's not her fault,

Or mine,

But every single time

I read the updates about the things you've done

and said,

It angers me inside,

All I see is red

and I want her to be dead.

You're mine,

Not hers,

But because you're both so easy

she can write these things about you,

My baby;

she thinks that it's love.

She thinks that you love her.

Even though you say it to me,

and I believe that it's true,

what are you saying to her,

to make her think it, too?