Coffee

She breaks up with me
every night,
when she
is reminded
of that one time
I left right
after we had sex.
She thinks that
I’m going to
do it again,
even though
I only left
that one time
to go get
coffee
for both of us,
and then I came
right back.
She says she’s
still scared
anyway.
So now we just
don’t drink
coffee.

77 responses to “Coffee”

  1. Thanks for sharing that nice intimate moment. But wait! The emotional blackmail will grow larger and become insidious until you are her complete slave! Trust me on this my degenerate friend…

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  2. Loved this piece! Your post cracked me up but is a little scary too. Sort of like a Hitchcock or Stephen King plot?? Did she have a rational answer for this response? Maybe some of the suggestions from above or something like JOLT? Ha!

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