just_ask unhinged what_did_you_think_i_meant don't guess know give me an inkling something to make it worth telling and not just an empty confession i was in bed with him and could only think of you wishing his teethmarks were yours his hands were too small i don't know him the way i know you and now i never will a sharp reminder that love and lust very rarely coincide 081010 ... unhinged (besides i couldn't ask you to bruise me that way) 081010 what's it to you? who go blather from