I call my ex-girlfriend <br />insist she comes over <br />but tonight like the past two <br />she’s busy <br />or drunk <br />or hungover <br />or tired <br />or whatever <br /> <br />it all means she doesn’t want <br />to spend time with me <br />maybe tomorrow she says again <br /> <br />“Tomorrow? <br />tomorrow I will be fucking a <br />beautiful brunette <br />with great tits <br />better than yours” <br /> <br />I hang up and call the black <br />neighbor girl who wants someone to <br />dominate her and drunkenly I confess <br />my desire to do dirty things to her body <br />she’s taken aback but <br />says ok submissively <br />it’s late though, <br />she says tomorrow <br />her name is Destiny <br />how fucking perfect <br />is that?<br /><br />Jon Edward Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-wants-me-to-leave-her-alone/
