A Lively Look into a Heartbreaker

Hurting Guys

Ever since my first heart break all I can think is destroying everyone else. I wanted people the feel the way I was left, to feel the pain, sorrow and regret, to feel alone in the world and I did just that. I was cold. I was bitter. I was a heartbreaker.

I loved to make men fall in love with me. It made me excited to see the moment where they had given up their souls to me. I craved it. And every single one was left broken.

First was Marco.
Oh my first boyfriend, my first kiss, my first victim. He always comes back year after year confessing his love for me. And I live in it and I destroy it. I feed on the energy that he brings me. To watch the soul drain from their eyes was an orgasmic sight to see. I would dream about it until it got old. I would watch as it slowly killed them to see me with someone else or confess that I had no feelings for them. His tears were music to my ears.

Then it was Chase.
Oh this poor boy. I knew as soon as we locked eyes he was in a ride straight to hell. I had that boy in love with me for weeks until he couldn't take it. He couldn't keep his eyes off of me let alone his hands. I had him pinned. He took me to meet his parents and they were in love with me. 3 days later I broke his heart and moved on to the next. But then I came back wanting more. He longed for my touch, he longed to feel my nails side down his back, he craved it. So I played a long to his little game and he was hooked. Intoxicated by my ways. And then after getting him to the point of being in love, I found another. It crushed him for years. Years. I still enjoy it to this day. The hatred, the coldness, the anger he has towards me, it absorbs me and if feels me with joy.
He still resents me to this day over it.

After him was his best friend.
Oh why would a guy break bro code? Only because the girl is a snake. One of the first rules of bro code is that a guy cannot fuck around with this best friends ex. Well Damien didn't get the memo. One afternoon I went and saw him. It was fun, we drank, we laughed, we uhh broke bro code. After I left him I went home and bathed in the joyfullness of knowing what I just did. I met up with a mutual friend that night who told me that she saw Chase and Damien fighting and Chase was crying because he broke bro code. She didn't know what happened that night, I finally told her after the last of our fries were done. She was disappointed with me. But she doesn't understand, she never will get the satisfaction that I get from breaking hearts. I hope she never does.

Then it was Mike.
Sweet sweet mike. Naive, sweet, cautious, alittle weird but kind. Why he chose me, I'll never know. He was to sweet for me to ruin, well completely.

And at last we get to Sam.
Oh Samuel I hope you never see this.
We met online but we can still say we met at a coffee shop. And you feel for me the instant you met me. My charm, my attitude, my independence made you want me more than anyone else had. And I crave it.