Giggles The Clown
The Baller Wolf
WW3 (the last one)
all of these wolves had something in common.
they were all wolves i really wanted.
stupid interested in others,
but they all had a common trait…
They were all narcissists.
not only did they all hurt my feelings,
but they were all scared little jackals who acted like big tough baddies.
it was simply sassiness.
they were all sassy.
i like males who are aggressive.
they were too…….
“damsel in distress”?
i’ll admit they all looked good,
but i did too much bending in order to be wanted back.
they all loved and craved the attention we were giving them.
the fantasy i created in my head was intoxicating.
in my mental storytelling and jackin off manterial,
they fucked as good as they looked and came off.
according to some dick reports i heard…
so they weren’t good partners and can’t fuck.
it’s a shame i learned all this after being so obsessed.
i would have been so annoyed.
“i coulda had a damn v8”.
they turned out to be regular narcissists who fed off my interest.
they gave attention,
flirted in sassy,
wanted my attention,
were emotionally abusive,
acted like they were different,
and all used ghosting as a way to end things.
i’d hate to be the people who are fucking them now.
OH GOD YES!
…and just as it’s getting good,
they stop and go hide under the bed.
they all aren’t good in bed so they probably don’t even get that far.
they were all good at playing games and murdering self-worth.
they knew what they were doing that you’d think all these muthafuckas were jigsaw.
“would you like to play a game?”
hellllll nah and have some mace while you’re at it.
i can’t turn back time,
but if i was the fox i am now,
i would have been way different.
the outcomes wouldn’t have left me devastated.
i know better now.
i guess it all worked out anyway.