Lying To You {a.i}

No one even bothered to warn me about him. I mean, sure, I'd heard about him, but no one took the time to sit me down and really warn me. About his past. Sure he saved me, but he was always the one to break me straight after. Over and over. I was like a slave to him, yet he made me feel so wanted; a feeling I never really felt. Fuck, he's my razor, but he's my bandages, too.

{in which a broken girl falls for a man who may fix her, but will always break her twice as hard}