Everything about you was toxic. You were a sting that hurt so good. Each and every red flag waved in the wind in front of me, but I acted colorblind.
You'd come home blazed drunk and start a fight with the way I step. And you'd win, by hitting me and storming out and fucking a 15 year old at Buck's who doesn't know her left from her right tonight.
I felt guilty when I packed my bags and left you, because I love you. But I remember the pain you put me through. But I also remember your kiss on my lips, how mesmerizing it was. And your hands, the way your hands traced my body and left the feeling lingering for hours after.
I remember the sex, the makeup and breakup sex. How good you were and how you taught me, but you abused me even when I asked you not to. You were too rough and it left me hurt and not wanting to be around you.
I miss the way that you held me in your arms when you actually wanted to love me, how you'd whisper to me when all was failing. But that never lasted long because I'd find out about you hooked onto somebody else's lips. You always told me how bad it was when Sylvia two-timed you but you did the same.
I want to love you and show you a different way of life, but it's hard to do so when you won't let me. It's hard to do so when you don't want to.
I love you, and I just want you to know that. So please, please, change, and maybe I'll consider you mine again.
YOU ARE READING
Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤
FanfictionJust some things I write when I'm bored :) -♡︎ means imagine -☽ means author's note -✍︎︎ means headcanon -♪ means song imagine -✞ means smut I will take prompt requests, but I do not take personal requests, sorry! All of the headcanons/imagines are...