I’d Let the Cat Out of the Bag

I'd let the cat out of the bag

But it died in there

Now it's rotting

You really don't want to see it

If I spilled my guts out

You'd be really scarred

No one should have to look at another person's guts

I see things not in black and white but variants of puke green

Luckily those colors are my favorite

We stopped having sex after I admitted to routinely counting the radial folds on your asshole during intercourse

17. I counted multiple times because it didn’t seem right that it was an odd number