It doesn't matter how great you were, how good you made me feel, or what you did to make me 'happy' in the beginning. You know why? Because in the end, I cried and hurt every day... thanks to you. In the end, you were mean and relentless with your mind games, and you took ny heart—the heart that I trusted you with—and tortured it just for fun. So no, you don't get fucking credit for pretending to be a good guy in the beginning.
-cicib
YOU ARE READING
for him. ✔
RandomFor all the boys I've been called 'Him.' These are poems and quotes from my fave writer to represent my feelings. For you.
