Life is like a sharp stick it’s double sided and hurts like a bitch.

I couldn’t believe the way I never knew.

Well how could you?

It’s hard to know when you never look.

Cause who would bother to look when they need to look at themselves.

Who would have a chance to watch her movements?

We can’t even watch our own.

We ask what was she wearing and not what is his punishment?

What did she say to him before it happened?

Did she flirt?

Did she disrespect his ego?

No, she was walking past when he saw her.

She was in jeans and a button up shirt.

She never said a word to him.

Not a word except for no.

That simple no never held up.

Not in court.

Not to him.

There was no fairy tale.

There was no lie.

He was simply a bitch of a guy.