he'll entice you
grasp you
make you believe that your hearts are intertwined.
he'll leave his jacket
at your house
smelling of peaches and daydreams.
he'll kiss you
and you'll think you're his primary focus
his sustenance.
he'll stand you up
consistently
leaving you with empty promises.
he'll take your gentle heart
and thread his needle of spite through it
and you hear every crack, every fracture.
he'll break you
bruise you
and leave you
with a faint smell of fruit and reverie.
