The sad side of town

I fear for you.

To the girl he's with now:

He will kiss you like springtime and you will feel the sun chase away the winter of your bones he will make beds into castles and his couch into home. He will be a safe space, a deep sigh, a caffeine jolt. He will spread your clothes on the floor and spread butter on your toast.

And you will love him, because refusing to is impossible. He will buy you the same gifts he has given to the eighteen girls before us. He will take you to the same start places he bit my lip and called me beautiful. He will tell you the same secrets that he fed to me. I got high on it, finally complete.

One day the texts stop, one day he starts standing you up. One day he only kisses you when he's drunk one day you're crying with your arms wrapped around a bottle of vodka because you don't know what you did wrong but he doesn't really love you but you would die for him and

One day you're alone at night, waiting for him to come home even though you know he's with someone else who actually makes him whole and I know this because right now I'm writing a poem from the dark space of our kitchen with my bags packed but too scared to leave and I just know if he could ruin me he could ruin you.

You're gonna be his little toy because that's just what he makes girls into
And I fear for you.
I fear for you.