Finding the hopeless romantics
Who never really got a chance
Fluttering eyelashes, smiling sweetly
Inviting them out to dance
Letting them catch emotions
Mercifully giving them a taste of heaven
Planning my next wonderful victim
While they beg for more venom
Am I a player, am I a heartbreaker?
They call me a narcissistic whore
And maybe they're right - I'm nothing more
1/8-2020
