Do you know why I don’t try for you?
Because I know no matter what I do, I do no wrong. And you’ll be here at my feet until the day I d1e. Until the day I decide I’m done with you. And you don’t want that. So darling, this is what you’re going to do. You’re going to continue being the bumbling idiot that you are, nervously stumbling over your words only able to impress me with a tribute.
Taking the crumbs I throw at you; the lips stick stain you kiss while cleaning my wine glass, the dirty panties you sniff while doing my laundry. You are pathetic.