How do I hate you?
mfwilkie
How do I hate you? Shall I count the ways
or let you suffer, stew in your regrets?
What you have done will earn you no rosettes
from me, the days of my orgasmic yeas
are over. I will celebrate the Spring
alone. No, not alone, my pain will keep
me company. That I let you get heartdeep
inside of me was my mistake. This thing,
this 'my revenge', it almost brought me down
to Gamesville. Where you live. You, and your egos.
How it goes, this chance for payback, I suppose
it really is all up to me. You clown.
March madness came and went, and April died
without a flower. May is classified.
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