Do you know,
That all mind thinks of is you?
I see the looks you give her,
I see the messages.
It hurts me more.
Everyday.
How am I suppose to act?
The baby kicking in my belly say's
That he's ours.
But, Darling, all I want is to see red.
The red dripping from her.
The red covering you.
Not anyone's, just no one.
This lovely no one.
Is all I want to see.
Dripping in wonderful red.
I'll leave the baby with you.
All I want is to bleed,
Would you notice, Darling?
Or Will You Be Too Busy With HER? ?
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