Beats and Frustration.

Our fighting stems

From a mutual frustration.

I bet if we had sex,

I’d beat that shit like a drum.

Then we would fight some more.

Then I’d beat it like a cop.

You’d bitch

I will yell.

Then once again

I’d beat that pussy like you stole

Something.

Something other than my heart.

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