Hey, LJBF

You saw me.  Nice to meet you Audrey.  You ignored me.  Then you texted me and I fed you as you cried on your Anglo-chile wings.  Southern Cal broke your heart but then I became  the flavor of the month.  Your love is a game and we played.   I wore my heart on my sleeve -you read me like a magazine.  I wish I had heard about you.  I wish your okc said hey, LJBF  but we can fuck a wkend.  There was never a forever.  I went down in flames meanwhile you went for ice cream.  Nine months later – the high was not worth the pain.  You’re making a list of ex-lovers.  You’re the game and the player.  You’re young and reckless.  Asphyxia and a nasty scar.  The worse did come.  No screaming;  I did cry a few times.  We both got drunk on jealously.  And though I know better, I would still come back.  Well,  I think.  Baby, I do love torture.