You’re so worried about who he’s talking to,
who he’s looking at,
if he’s cheating on you.
Honey, you’re thinking wasted thoughts.
You’re a catch, a ten, a total fucking babe.
Look at you.
He’s the one who should be worried.
And if his eyes are wandering, fuck him.
If he’s talking to other women, fuck him.
If he’s cheating on a queen like you, fuck him.
Worrying isn’t going to prevent it, anyways.
Take back your control and adjust the crown.