When He Kisses Me, I Cry. I

He Was Addicted To Me And Now He Has Gone Cold Turkey. He Used To Send Me Fifty Texts A Day. And Now He Is Ignoring Me. It's Like I Was Once His Barack Obama. And Now I Am John Mccain, Conceding Defeat Like A Sad-face Sock Puppet, Knowing I Have Sold The Best Of Myself. He, My Electorate, Not Only Does Not Want Me, He Actively Feels Pity.

When He Kisses Me, I Cry. I Explain It's Not Because I Wish He Were Someone Else, It's Because It's Such A Shock To The System To Be Desired After Feeling So Completely Abandoned.

I Like The Cuts - They Comfort Me - I Can't Lie.

Yes, I Have Patterns Of Love Addiction. But I'm A Woman. Of Course I Do.

But I Saw The Pain And Sadness In Everything, And Swirled It Round My Mouth Like A Fine Wine.