I loved him hard, i loved him long
But it never felt quite right
Why would he rather sleep than fuck
Every single fucking night?

I could almost feel it in his voice
When he called that fateful day
No "hello" or "how are you"
Instead, two words: "I'm gay."

How could he lead me on so long?
How Could i be so trusting?
Why would he make me feel so wrong
So stupid and disgusting?

I felt it boiling up in me
Not depression, hate or anger
But a strange determination
That could only lead to danger

Now that the arsenic is gone
All's well here in our bed
Because the best sex we ever had
Came after he was dead.

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This isn't supposed to be good, it's supposed to be funny, but it ended up not being as funny as i thought it would be. Oh well. Inspired by a conversation in the chat thingy.