It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really loved this one.
“Ses articles, ses photos, son profil, sa trombine,
Son verbe, sa glose, ses frasques, son public en raffole.
Il est kiffé en masse et son compteur s'affole :
A chaque nouvel impact il se lèche les babines.”