it hurts, and it's hard
going through the profiles of women you barely know
women are more like you thought you would be
smaller thighs, brighter lips, darker eyes
it hurts, and it's hard
spending the nights that he's away
picking the perfect woman out for him
the one he probably thinks you are, or can be
the one who'd fuck the way he wanted
taste the way he wanted
have the outcome he wants after a fifth of jack
one who had a bad childhood but didn't cry about it
it hurts, and it's hard
but it's necessary to take charge
when you love someone this much
and when he's gone you'll be gone too
back where you belong between a rut and a hard dick somewhere
writing about that one time at jade garden