"I've never seen so many dead hookers, in my life!"

Dear John,

I regretfuly inform you that I'm taking your girl,
Loving your girl,
Fucking your girl,
Cuz your being a girl,
Not treating her like a girl,
Not like she's your whole world,
Cuz I'll tell ya. She's be come mine.

Look at you.
All scruffed hair,
Poped coller,
silver chain wearing,
"I live off the streets
Even though my avenues
Are sax and fifth"

I wish I could see your face John,
But mine is buried in your girl.
You took for granted,
And she panicked,
And while you just drank more,
Complained more,
Had the whole mindset of marital rape more,
I just SO wish you could see,
It was me,
There,
Taking care of your girls needs.

You asshole.
Your were just Sticking your dick in her
Crushing her hopes of you
Being Loving, supporting
While shes cryin and sighing
Inside she's dying
But the whole time trying so hard
Just to make you and your second hand store OCD happy.
Cuz when you call at 1 in the morning she'd still
Give you your 30 seconds of endorphin induced ecstacy,
Taking every inch of you in like a prison sentence with a smile.

But she's mine now Johnny,
I'm gonna be taking your girl.
You know that little trick you like?
I like it too.
And she's mine.
Keep in mind,
It's not like I'm trying, to sound posessive,
It's just she's so perfect John.
You fucked up, had every chance,
And after all those months of hearing about her dick boyfriend,
She finally got mine.

And while you read this Dear John Letter,
Just to make you feel a little better,
Right now I'm in your girl,
We're Hustling, and Thrusting,
and I'm busting inside her,
And she lays there smiling, all amazed,
She'll never have to pick up that razor again,
Because I keep her feeling alive this time.

But don't kill your self yet John.
Just don't let the door hit your ass on the way out,
Just hold on a little longer,
Because I'll tell you a secret.
We're the same guy.
She'll end up leaving me for someone new,
or better yet, if you're douchebaggery is
at a superior enough level,
She'll end up.
With you.
Hurting.
White Trashed.
Haggerd.
And the cycle will continue.

I guess I'm like Cupid.
Because you'll appreciate eachother more,
And when I'm off on my next conquest,
You'll hear the stories of how I was,
and you'll get so mad,
while she's sad,
but glad I'm no longer there,
to impose my hose, on your ho, because lets face it,
She is, at least for attention.
And you'll so hippacratically hate me.
Disdain me, but at least respect me,

Cuz we're the same Guy John. You just got to her first.

Sincerly,
A recovering nice guy.