The Epitome of a Fuckboy
I will make you happy and you won't see.
I will talk to you and tell you what you want to hear.
I will be who you want me to be.
I will make you think you love me.
I will make you think you actually mean something to me.
You will speak about me as a god or something when deep down to me, you're nothing.
You will waste your time wondering when you will be mine.
You will fall for my tricks, somehow thinking I'm ready to commit.
You will ponder over where I've been,
When suddenly i stop talking and go back to when.
You will be so confused what stopped me.
You won't realize you were just a toy.
You won't realize you mean nothing.
You won't realize that I am a fuckboy.
-b.w.
9.30.16
