dont trust bitches. [setdatrend]

𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲

𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗍𝖼𝗁e𝗌 , 𝖽𝗍𝖻 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗍𝖼𝗁e𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗍𝖼𝗁e𝗌

[nvr proofread, enjoy]

side a

↳  Heartbreak? That shit can either make you or break you. Some people bounce back, and some just... don't. For him, it hit differentl. He learned real quick, you either play the game or get played, and after the way she did him, he wasn't about to be nobody's fool again.

Love? Nah, that was for suckers. He wasn't tryna hear none of that. When he was young, he thought he had it all figured out. She had him thinking they were solid, like forever-type shit. But forever turned into never real fast when she switched up on him. One minute she was all about him, the next she was moving like he didn't even exist.

That moment right there? Changed him. From that day, it was "Don't trust these bitches"—he lived by that. Every chick after her was just another one in rotation. No feelings, no attachments. They'd come through, have their little moment, and then they'd dip like they never mattered. 'Cause in his mind, they didn't. He wasn't tryna feel anything for real.

It wasn't even about liking them, it was about not letting nobody get close enough to do him dirty again. He had his routine down to a science—play the part, say the right words, make 'em feel special for a minute, then dip. Simple. No mess, no drama. He wasn't gonna let his guard down for nobody.

But yo, life got a funny way of testing you. Every now and then, somebody comes around that throws your whole shit off balance. The type you weren't even looking for but somehow, they get in your head, and make you question all the rules you set for yourself.

The question is, when that happens, do you stay stuck in your ways? Or do you finally let somebody in, even if it means getting hurt again?

°。°。°。°。°。°。。°。°。°。°。°

°。°。°。°。°。°。。°。°。°。°。°

 A beautiful young woman, just trying to stay sweet in a world that never really showed her love. She didn't come from the best home—affection wasn't something she grew up on. But even though life dealt her a rough hand, she still made sure people felt like they mattered, even when she didn't feel like she mattered herself.

That's just the kind of person she was—pure-hearted, selfless. But when she met him, that's when it changed. She found herself giving more than she ever had. She didn't care that he was cold, that he barely looked up when she talked about her day. She didn't mind his nonchalant attitude or how he acted like the world revolved around him. All she cared about was the moments when he did give her attention, the validation she craved, and, yeah, the sex.

At least, that's what he thought she was after. He had her hooked as just another girl who wanted something from him. But what he didn't get was that all she ever wanted was his love. She didn't need much—just a little time, a little effort, something real. But he never saw it, or maybe he didn't care to. To him, she was just another chick, and her feelings? Irrelevant. He wasn't about to give her what she wanted because, in his mind, he was DTB—done trusting women. She wasn't gonna be the one to change that, no matter how much she wanted to be.

▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩┊ ┊ ┊ ✫┊ ┊ ︎✧┊ ┊ ✯┊ . ˚ ˚✩

"... You had me looking like a clown, bitch"