Lady of the Night- G - The Marine that I Threw Away

I miss you, you piece of shit. You showed up in sweatpants just like J, and you pulled out a gun, but damn, I miss your biceps, so firm and nice.

I saw you, and you at least warned me you were not as fit, but goddamn you still carried me, twirled me around, and made me giddy, you took me to watch a movie, and we threw popcorn at one another, we were toxic, but we held hands, we cuddled when the scary movie got scary.

You said you were leaving, only to realize you were only moving 30 minutes away, and it hurt, but I still needed my last make-out session with you. I wanted you and your lack of mental stability for owning a gun for liking The Weeknd. We ended up at the beach we started making out in your car, kissing me, kissing you, both of us getting naked, his biceps driving me insane. The car being so nice and cold, and you caressing my body and me touching your tattoos and everything else, I miss you and I wish you had been better.

You did check up on me, but never once mentioned our connection, and only focused on the sexual and talking about the sexual connection, but I still miss that, but I know I deserve better. So I ended things with a CHATGPT message saying I no longer want to stay in touch, and he made up an excuse, but I told him to keep the damn sock that he tried to give back, but I wanted nothing more than to kiss him again and have him drive me insane, he kissed my back with the intensity and freakiness I needed. Goddamn, I miss that man. I am so mad I want better, fuck having standards. Goodbye G, lowkey might talk to you when I get back.

-The Mentally Ill Pre-Med