Manic, medicated, locked inside and isolated, but still patiently I waited. Sad and frustrated. I clearly stated, I don’t want to be the one that’s hated. Feeling deflated, eyes still dilated, texts to you are becoming R-rated. This isn’t something I fabricated, now feeling suffocated, and humiliated.

I didn’t want to upset you, I already have a woman that’s infuriated, I don’t need this to be duplicated, but I’m irritated and pissed over a situation I created. The terms were already stipulated, but I didn’t know you were so sophisticated, and would make me feel invigorated and rejuvenated. It was never my intention to make you feel intimated, but I was shocked, I hadn’t...