Here was the perfect boy. He'd never hurt you, he was even a little afraid of you. Only because you were a so-called bad girl.
But heres the thing. He knew your type. He knew that you'd break his dear fragile heart. Yet he fell in love with you without thinking twice.
But with you being you. The oh-so dear bad girl, you played him. Hard. And to think he thought you were different.
But honey, when you played him. You didn't realise that you taught him the dear game. In fact he became a monster.
You broke him babe.
Now he plays girls. His nothing but a heartless dick. Right? I mean that is what you call him. But you don't realise that you broke him, nobody else.
So congratulations boo.
His broken .
And only you did it.
