He poured his heart out to me before he knew what it was like to be with me.
It's like a best friend ripped your heart out and now I'm sitting under the scolding hot water hoping that the heat and steam will pull me back together.
I told him all the things you don't tell just anyone, I told him the things you save for someone who cares about the words you say as they fall from your lips, and the things you keep from the people that want to hear so they can throw around your secrets like they're confetti to leave on the ground so everyone can walk all over your insecurities.
I got it in my head that he wouldn't hurt me because he wasn't like the rest, he wasn't like the shy boys who never knew what to do so they left the air in your lungs feeling awkward and he wasn't like the bad boys that woke up your heart like the sun and then left you in the middle of nowhere during a downpour.
He was one of those boys that could say anything and make you smile brighter than the most expensive diamond. He's one of the boys that won't lie to you because he cares about you too much and he'll tell you that right to your face because he honestly believes you deserve to know everything that makes you amazing.
I got it in my head that he wouldn't hurt me but I didn't think that thought through because in reality he wasn't like those other boys but that never meant that he couldn't hurt me.
Because every second I felt empty after he hugged me tight enough to feel like I was the safest girl on earth, was another second that I would spend with my heart torn in two. He had the capacity to shoot me down but I was stupid enough to think I could trust him with the job of keeping his finger off the trigger.
He's not like those other boys. He didn't hurt me on purpose and that's what hurts the most. I can't blame him because he actually didn't mean to and it's my fault for falling for a different kind of boy.
