Because I am in the business
of being nice,
when I can’t muster up the energy to care,
it feels glorious.
I received a text message,
“when are you coming to see me?”
“I have no plans in the foreseeable future to ever see you again.”
Beyond nice, there is truth.
Truth is better than an orgasm sometimes.
The sting of a woman’s love was shunned by COCKiness.