This is to say, if I've taken you out
or answered a frantic gender text in an airport
or you showed up in my DMs
on some late night
if you told me in some way that you wouldn't
be you if you hadn't
seen me
being me.
Then you need to know I'm here only because of her,
First of us I ever met,
library
escort
and lender of little blue pills
Who only wanted to crack my shell open to suck out what was inside,
never gentle
always knew better
Left sobbing in a bar when I told her for the last time
To stop
fucking TOUCHING me.
Good Riddance.
So, now I get to tell the new girls
(multiple crops of them now)
"Rejoice! Like sexy vampires we trace our pattern of infection back to a
legendary founder
who I personally have mixed feelings about.
And if you can't laugh about that,
well,
then I don't think you're going to last too long at this girl thing."