your smoking patterns
your hate for words like bb
your love letters that reminded me the loss of writing still exists
your hate for women, myself included
your love of pussy, and head too
your philosohpy ways and turning evrything into a debate
your way of teaching me north, south, east, and west on this island
your way of all having the same fucking name
your intelligence & teaching me to not play dumb anymore
your wit (that barely worked on me)
your horrible gift on valentines day: an i love you followed by yes i cheated on you
your intimidation of me (for no reason)
your leaking a tape of me
you destroying a computer
you being a rebound of the man i loved
you being there because it was available
your skinniness
again again, your intelligence, you manipulative son of a gun.
but thank you, for teaching me all the things i wanted and did not want in a man.
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