sugar on the asphalt

monitor your salt intake. who the fuck are you to speak this way to me? what moves you to call me liar? whore? controler? if you feel i take power over you, it is only because you freely give it. do not call me out in public for what you consider my sins until you can look me in the eye and not want to fuck me behind your new lover's back. because i've seen the way you look over my body. i notice the way you touch me. do not presume to speak to me of your perception of my wrongdoings and i won't point out that you've been just as bad as i have. i pity you. that's why i do not lash out at you, not the way i really could. but you harbor ill will for my soul. i have caught you in your lie. it sickens me to the point of madness. and yes, i am full of contempt for your bitching whore of a woman. but fear not, it is not out of jealousy, merely disdain. that is all she is worth to me. i will soil my hands with your misery no longer. the american romance has put holes in my heart. and if you don't fear me yet, if you're not fleeing from me yet, perhaps you should be. i can make this hell for you, and yes i am that vindictive. do you tell her my secrets? god help you if you do. she's been lurking for the start, playing her own underhanded agenda. what makes you think she'll love you any longer than her last one? from this point on do not look at me with pain and hurt. if you push me that much farther, you will get what's coming to you. and you deserve everything i'll give you.