If you are too, meet me tomorrow in front of The Cellar.
9:30 PM.
I got something for you.
“… 5% survival rate,” I laugh through a sigh.
My heart?
She blacked out halfway through‘dick hard,’
but when she comes to,
she swings her eyes at me like?—
Square up, slut. We’re in love now.
My heart doesn’t know any better.
She’s dicknotized and dumb.
Even though I know exactly how this ends,
I still can’t fucking walk away either.
And I hate myself for it.
Celie leans over my shoulder,
eyes bugged as she tries to read.
I click out of it. I’ll deal with it later.
“Yo…”Diggs trails off from across the room.
His eyes spark when they snap to mine,
a wild-ass idea clawing its way into his brain.
His thumb’s drumming against the arm of the couch.
“5% Survival Rate,” he says with a grin.
“A killer song title for this.”
I grin. “She obliterated you.
“Ripped you to shreds.
“Now you’re finally fuckin’ leavin’.
“Not knowing what life’s like after her.
“But still choosing to walk away.”
Diggs is nodding. “With a 5% survival rate.”
He’s already grabbing a pen,
