love, sweet love the whore

It became too much for me to bare. I could not even think with her in my head. She ruined my life and she doesn't even know it. Maybe it's better that way. Maybe it's better she didn't know anything about it. I have to think it wouldn't matter much anyway at this point. I have to know that I am not the only one, but that does not make me a better man. The only thing that realization does is allow me to settle in easier to an already uncomfortable spot between two hard places with tiny granules of sand that dig into my skin. It became too much for me to bare; the thought of being alone again. Until I thought about her and how she took my heart out, crouched, and pissed all over it as I stared in amazement and wonder. If she only knew the curse she put on herself. Ah, maybe it's better she knew nothing about it; the whore!