Life after Mary

My three mofo’s dragged me out. I wasn’t in the mood. I arrive for the carpool and it is obvious that I had been crying. It makes all uncomfortable and frustrated that she has such a grip on my heart. Funny how I noticed you that night. We were both consumed in our ex’s. Mine actually picked me up to take me to my car. The clock struck midnight and it was her birthday. I wanted to give her a birthday kiss and secretly wishing she wanted a birthday fuck. It’s been eleven months and I miss her still. Ironically, I’ve been hanging with another with your name and sign. It’s fucking bizarre. I think I like her. Maybe you were just the appetizer.