I looked at your iPad internet history. 

We don’t gravitate toward each other anymore in the middle of the bed. 

It feels like rather than have sex with me sometimes you’d prefer that I were dead.

Things have gotten really strange now I know you’re watching porn.

It’s made me question everything I’ve known about women since I was born. 

Instead of getting my back you’ve got your own anxieties at heart

A ‘grass is greener’ new generation relationship you’ve got down to an art. 

Every need is catered for, you just have to fill the gap, but what you fill it with is the instant gratification trap.

I don’t know if I can do this anymore. 


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