Rated R for offensive language.
It makes no sense that I'm tearing up, it's not me that's been hurt. It's not me that's broken and alone.
I feel hollow and desolate, unable to come in and save the day like I had before and that hurts.
You see some unruly cunt has upset my man, has attacked him, has defeated him and now he's in pieces.
A man who never cracks, never shows any pain, fear or sadness, has been brought to his knees by a bitch with a rude mouth.
I don't know the details but his message, his plea of help has saddened me. I respond with love but it's not enough, not today.
All I can do is wait, wish him cuddles and hope he bounces back. We all have bad days...but where's superman when you need him?
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