Ex-Rated.

Like Romeo & Juliet we were bound to be dead to each other. This wasn't a love story, more like a plot between Sci-Fi, Drama, and War flicks. The bastard son of the movie "Roots" & A foreign porno. I played the run away slave, and she was the crazy sex goddess who hustled the devil for my soul. Numbers twisted in our minds, we failed to act our age but succeeded in acting each others. We were both freshmen, the only difference was that i was still in high school. I should have drew the line there, let my male ego stand true to the phrase "All guys are assholes" but i had a weak heart, and i couldn't break hers... but shit, when i had my dick wrapped around your virginity i swear, i should have known it was a trap. Sex grew up with us like friends. Always there when there's nothing to do. And always down for whatever, when ever & where ever. Her body craved attention like vampire thirsting for blood, but blood could be substituted with sweat, my dick, and however long it took to make her pussy cum; I was her slave. And the process grew on me as if my heart were sprouting from my chest ready for the plucking. It was like her own kind of brainwashing mechanism, "I'm going to fuck him, til his soul is mine!" Fights broke out like wildfire, i threatened to leave, she broke glass and threatened to leave if i left. And i left my balls at home and went back to what i knew behind lock doors and tired lustful nights that i could hardly keep up with. I felt like we were role playing the whole time we were dating, she was the 40 year old cougar of a step-mom fienin for sex while pops is out, and i was the teenage son whose just past puberty and thinks i can get Chlamydia from a kiss. I was grounded, no cloud 9 nor myspace for me. No talking to friends that are girls. Just school and her is what my life consisted of. Someone told me that without love you are not living. Therefore, love equals life. And i know she might have thought i was the love of her life but how can i be the love of her life when i don't even have a life. To wrapped up and smothered in your arms i was dying, slowly and surely. You couldn't have seen this coming, because the moment i penetrated i stripped away your sight, put kick me signs on your back and put a sticker on your forehead labeled "Hi my name is: Love". Sorry i couldn't have given you all that you wanted in life. I am your young mistake that you have written about in chapters long ago and i'm just returning the favor. I'm not writing because i miss you but rather to remind myself that your the lesson i've learned when it comes to love. Don't get sex confused with love. Sex is like chocolate cake. After five days of eating chocolate cake, even chocolate cake doesn't taste that great. Until the next life, see you never, i hope.

*Note: True story, not gonna go into detail about who it was. This is just how i felt at the time. I don't mean to offend anyone. This is really X-rated, sorry i know i'm a freak. (Just Kidding) but no really i just wrote this because my young apprentice gave me the inspiration to write about ex's. and this one came to mind. Let me know what you think. I think its kinda mean but oh well. Thanks for the read!