I’ve turned those words over in my mind:
“What do you want from me?”
Where did that come from?
Like I’ve asked for anything and as if I’d take something from you!
I don’t want a fucking thing from you!
What I want is to crawl under a rock and die rather than be clustered with those low life FUCKS who trade with you like your some commodity.
What I want is to stomp the fuck out of those men who have so demeaned you that you would ask suck a fucked up question.
So because we’ve gone to lunch a few times I want to suck and your tits and put my cock in you?
I don’t want a fucking thing from you.
What I want is for you to tell me to “go to hell and don’t ever call me again.” And “stop writing me those stupid fucking letters”.
But don’t ever ask me what I want again as if you’ve been trading favors for lunch and I’m asking for an advance.
What I want from you is the name of the assholes who treat you like they do so that your so fucked up and you think love has a price or that you have to ask for anything and I’ll stomp a fucking hole in those men and I will leave. Then when you learn the difference between love and co-dependence you will think of me.