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By Savannah Haze Date: 2005 Aug 26 Comment on this Work [[2005.08.26.16.30.16604]] |
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As if I needed another reason to be over you... I talked to your best friend last week. Okay, ex-best friend. You know all of that bullshit about how you've grown up and sobered up? It's just that. Bullshit. And while nothing he said really shocked me, it made me sick. I can't help but wonder how many times this happened to me. I mean, I know you cheated. I knew it while I was with you. But please, please tell me that you never fucked some whore in the bathroom while I was waiting for you in the bar. I keep thinking back to all of those times you finished a show and disappeared for awhile. Were you really changing clothes and gargling salt water? Or were you holding your breath in some grimy stall with a red head pressed between you and ten years of graffiti? For Christ's sake, tell me that when you cheated on me it was better than that. Tell me that she was hot and would do things I wouldn't. Tell me she was rich or more experienced. Tell me you were in a suite at a downtown hotel. I just need to know that your indiscretions were special. That you got something out of your lying besides a sub-par blow job. Please don't ever let me find out that you betrayed me for three minutes of drunken fucking in a germ farm with some groupie who doesn't know the words to any of your songs. I wasn't perfect, but I'm the best you're gonna get. I hope she was worth it. |