He was —
a walking
heartache and confusion;
an epitome of
broken promises and deceit.
He'll keep you coming back
with his words
and all the sweet talk,
with those hands
that knew all the right places
and when he's had his fun
he won't even be there to break your fall.
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅? | ✅
PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
