Since You Stopped Taking My Calls Listen To This by Misti Rainwater-Lites

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I don’t hate you for giving me shit when my grandfather died. I don’t hate you for still owing me $400. I don’t hate you for the lousy sex and the no afterglow. I kind of resent you for thinking you can do better than me, for slobbering all over hot ass bitches at Facebook. It is highly unlikely that hot ass bitches will donate plasma with you, give you $1,750 in cash, suck your dick after you’ve cursed her and her son to hell and put up with your no pussy eating no hand holding bullshit ways. But go on with your bad self. Swing those balls, baby. Scratch those cards. Get drunk on Busch and Google me, the not so hot bitch you love to hate. I’m still a bruja. I’ve got connections. God is my daddy. I tell him all my secrets and petty grievances. I stay up late while you sleep across town dreaming of all the pussy you’ll never taste. Your phone isn’t ringing. That’s me on the other line. Oops. The black kitty cat is out of the bag. Now you know. If your life is sucking much harder than usual, I’m the one to thank.

Published by mistyrampart

Freelancer, poet, dreamer

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