She left me for an artist
“Anything can be art” she said as she
packed her shit, I looked at her and
said “garbage isn’t art” we argued
“Well he makes me happy,” I took a drag
of my cigarette and told her “everyone
deserves happiness,” she gave me a dumbfounded
look as she packed up the panties she never wore for me, she probably pranced around that cocksuckers “studio” in them, and they probably fucked on a canvas getting paint everywhere like a shitty 80’s movie, I said “I’ve never seen those” and she said “I just grabbed them from the sale rack”, bullshit, I thought as I popped open a beer and brought it to my lips, she looked at me and said “I’m leaving you because you drink too much and you are an asshole, you never gave a fuck about me” I looked at her and responded “this beer doesn’t take phone calls all hours of the night, this beer doesn’t say we are friends, I drink it and it satisfies me, something you have never done”
she yelled “fuck you” and left
She left me for an artist.
Horror Sleaze Trash 