Just the thought of you makes me ill.
To know that you were with me and to you it was only,
A nut, a good time, an explosive thrill.
Memories flash to mind and I want to puke.
I wish I could regurgitate all the love, emotions, and feelings I have for you.
I become nauseated when someone smells like you.
I want to scream out loud, cover my nose because it
Triggers more hurt, inflicts incurable pain.
I'm disgusted with myself for loving you.
I let you in my secrect place of my mind.
Told you my deepest fears, dream, and goals.
You have taken to a place where no one has ever gone before.
I should have know it was a fling.
Maybe you did or do love me.
I'm just so out done because you called me her name,
While making love and busting in me.
