Poetry Feelings

thirty-seven

he fed you sweet words like honey,
their taste like sugar on his tongue,
no one had ever been so kind,
so to every words you clung,
he told you you were very pretty,
in the dress that he had bought,
that you were smart when you remembered,
all the things he had taught,
you came to need those words,
just as much as you need air,
the way they showed that you had beauty,
ever since he'd placed it there,
but you didn't see the truth,
the holes the words left in his teeth,
as he used all of the sugar,
to coat the rotted heart beneath,
he revealed to you your beauty,
but made it so you would believe,
that you'd be quick to lose it,
if you ever were to leave,
so you stayed stuck fast behind him,
as you fell deeper for his trick,
smiling like nothing was wrong,
when the sugar made you sick,
but let me tell you something,
you do not need him to shine,
a boy should never have a say,
or how your worth's defined,
i know you have the power,
to break out if his sticky grip,
for you were beautiful before the words,
had touched his sour lips.