We were just two teenagers, complete strangers, but you instantly felt me, in every way possibly, then the only eyes for me became glossy. You were getting late night calls, but overall, I didn’t think you had the balls, but you put me through more shit than a bathroom stall. As soon as I caught that suspicion in that minute, it only took one visit, and I had the evidence to cause separation, you were guilty of all allegations. The only thing that sucks more is after you, the same thing happened with the next two, I was given multiple chances, to have other romances, while we were together, now I will regret that forever. You want to hear a real trip, even your cousins didn’t respect our relationship, but the love kept me stable, but I can’t say now it was worth being faithful. I had women willing to meet, and be discreet, I just was never the type to cheat, now when it comes to the sheets, I’m Hannibal the cannibal, I’m eating all raw meat. That type of feeling came from betrayal and segregation, out of desperation, I kept my heart on renovation, letting women visit like a private vacation, now I’m ordering complete evacuation, of all population. Ever since you the relations have been a repeat, so I don’t need anyone else to meet, my heart no longer needs a woman for it to beat, so the elite question is, why didn’t I cheat?