She tasted the whole Faculty through her vagina.
changing joysticks like cheap clothes,
making me feel, my hormones are less then required.
My masculinity reduces everytime I think of her,
everyday she walks by me I feel shame.
But to console myself, she diminishes.
In our first year, she was fresh as daises but now in our Fourth year she is all dried up like an Oak.
Like a dying flower, she looks up the sun for Germination,
trying to make ends meet she displays her newly acquired skills on the road,
and for half a loaf of bread, I always afford her.
I use to be on her decline, but now, I am on the Contributors list.
in my bed during the rainy nights, my conscience is monstered,
holding the back of her pony tail firmly i stroke hard and fast in spite.
for she monstered my conscience and I don't care if her cries can be heard far and wide.
for my new found religion say “revenge is for the Lord"
but for Twenty minutes straight, I am the Lord whom Vengence belongs to.
But when it's all done and she is Gone, I don't feel that Fufillment,
I am back on the highway of depression town
because what ever she did to me few years ago, The Vengence can't cure it,
it only made it worse.


Until I met you.