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You mean nothing to him now…

But you used to mean so much…

He’d spend every waking hour…

Craving your sexual touch…

But you would look right through him…

Always choosing the wrong men…

Then tell him all your problems…

Expecting he would fix them…

The one you’d always turn to…

Someone you could depend…

But in his head he saw you naked…

And time in his dreams you’d spend…

Such raw erotic notions…

Hoping that they would come true…

Immensely powerful feelings…

That kept him close to you…

They haunted him at night…

Were always out of control…

But he managed to escape them…

The day you tore his soul…

A moment in time he won’t forget…

That look upon your face…

The cruelty in your stunning eyes…

Which put him in his place…

He never saw it coming…

And misread all the signs…

The right hook to the chin…

This single moment redefined…

It ripped down his defences…

Pulled down his inner wall…

Left him questioning everything…

Did he really know you at all…

It took him time to recover…

To get back on his feet…

You never really noticed, just found…

The one who made your life complete…

You mean nothing to him now…

But you used to mean everything…

Now you’re just a bitter memory…

As painful as a wicked wasp sting…

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