jhedrotten

i am not a tease. i am just a reminder of what you cannot have. advanced apologies, for i can never be ordinary. your mother wouldn't want you to bring me home for i refuse to bore my soul with pretenses of the dainty who wears floor-length, floral skirts. in your mold of the ideal woman, i am only a splatter on the sides and brims. i cannot cook nor do the laundry unlike your wife-material present girl. but you will never understand, why you gravitate towards my burp chuckle, laughter and the scissor-like mannerism i do with my legs. the least i can is to leave the world in awe because the gentle YOU fell for the reckless M

Console distraction breaking apart bedroom time making me cranky.