You are so
Jealous
That I
Can get
Everything
You can’t
Go ahead
Call me a whore
Go ahead
*****,
This is war
And I wish
I could rip out your heart
And stomp on it
With my
Stiletto
*****,
I will wrap
My perfectly
Manicured hands
Around your neck
And not even regret it
*****,
You wish he loved you
But who does he come to
Late at night
When he needs
A real woman
Not you
You heard me
Not you
It’s never you
And it never was
It was just you
Till’ he had his fun
He did
He had his fun
And he had it
HARD
But hun
It was with me
Not you

Never you

now all ur pent up anger and morbid thoughts coming out in this poem and
the bastard who called u a whore deserves to die, ppl don't know how to
treat women anymore

tht woman who called u a whore, has no respect for herself or others

thanks..i think..