Writing My Wrongs

Ingredients:
Digital camera
Home computer
Futon2 month old throw blanket
New apartment
Repeat behavior
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You've been my man for 2 years.
You have a good job that has you working hard...sometimes long hours.
Sometimes out of town.
I live 20 minutes away from you (on a good day 15 minutes)I don't have a car.
I am not from here.
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I notice that you have your camera out.
You've been taking some new pictures?
You get figgity.
No, I haven't.
Haven't used that thing in months.
Can I use your computer?
Yes.Thank you.
Your tired, you go lay down.
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First place I hit is "My Pictures"
New photos... wrong date on camera stamp, but correct date for computer.
I go to your history.
You have automatic sign on for some account.
I click on your automatic sign in.
It's an account for a dating service.
I go to your inbox.
You've been sending out emails to women.
You've sent out your phone number.
You've set up some dates.
They have sent you some pictures.
I can't find them.I go to your Start menu.
Click on Search.Request "files and folders".
Type in Temporary files.Wait.
Folder of temporary internet files comes up.I open it.
Start clicking on the different files.
I see the pictures.
Pictures of you.
Pictures of women.
In your new apartment.
Curled up in the new throw blanket we bought.
Propping her ass up on that pillow on your couch (the one I picked out).
I see her holding on to the futon frame.
I see your reflection in the mirror above the futon where you took a picture of her ass at you hit it from the back.
I see the date/time you downloaded it to your computer.
I see the last time you looked at it.
I close out.
Go back to your site that has your automatic sign in.
Go to your profile and edit it.
Then I change your password.
I log off.I close the window.
I go to your Word program.
"New document"I type you a simple message.
I leave it open for next time you come to your computer.
It will be the first thing you see
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I come into the bedroom.
I take off my pants and my panties.
I stroke you until your hard.
I ride you just as hard.I get off.
Get dressed.You ask.
You try to talk.
But I have....
No words.
I leave.
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I never come back.
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Do I hate you?
Do I want you dead?
No.
You no longer exist to me.
You no longer matter.
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You call.I don't answer.
You send me cards to my job.
I don't read them and throw them away.
You sit outside my home.
I look at you but I don't see you.
I keep walking.
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You no longer exist to me.