I pity the woman who love you.2:56 PM
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
I pity the woman who will love you when I am done. She will show up to your first date with a dustpan and a broom, ready to pick up all the pieces I left you. She will hear my name so often and it will begin to dig holes in her. That's when doubt will grow. She will look at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth, your chest, your ears and wondering at the way I touched you. She will make you all the promises I did and some I never could. She will hear only terrible stories - How I drank, how I lied. She will wonder how someone as wonderful as you could love a monster like the woman who came before her. Still, she will compete with my ghost. She will understand why you do not look back of closets. Why you are afraid of what's under the bed. She will know every corner of you is hunted by me. -unknown
