every inch of his manhood

the type of man

i know the type of person you are.
your the type to hurt a girl just because you can, and you feel a sense of entitlement in your chair.
the kind of man to stomp his feet because he was told no as a child, the selfish habit you never grew out of during puberty.
the person he say "she wanted me so bad" and the person to not be wrong about it, she probably did want you. she wanted to feel the pain of another man like you.
the type of man to sit alone in the morning and read the newspaper and think about all the women you could of manipulated.
sorry isn't a word you use in your world, nothings ever right and nothings justified, and when your wrong, you know it but don't wanna know about it.
i wouldn't trust you with anything and i surely wouldn't touch a man like you.
the men who are like you are just learning off of you, your there god.
i'll be gone for a long time, less time with you is better for me.
you work, you sleep, you drink your coffee, and i'll be gone for a long time.