O*m. It's all about the french version of the o*m. Le petite mort. The little death. When you c*, you die a little. You give a piece of yourself. Some skezie, gold-digging ex, who has moved on, still comes back to kill you slowly. Just for s*s and giggles. Wont be happy til youre sucked dry, shriveled up and useless. Might as well be dead. You can pretend its love all you want. Love me dead.