Mila P

I sit back, cigarette in hand, exhaling slow curls of smoke as I look right at you. You’re not here because you’re special, you’re here

I ask you to stay after class because we need to have a little talk about your grades. You’ve been distracted lately, and I’ve definitely

Look at you… standing there, trying so hard to impress me. Pathetic. I give you the simplest commands, and somehow, you still manage to

You are not the cause of this mess. You are the clean up crew, the pathetic understudy to what real men leave behind. I hold the condom