See title.
There's that one fellow, the one with a glint in his eye that I've seen coulntless times before, but his. His is... different.
Behind that saccharine smile is the tongue of a man who knows how to tear me apart with lies to conceal and truths to mark targets for later destruction.
With each breath he draws me in closer and closer, taking full advantage of my uncalloused heart. With each lingering conversation he asks just a little more from me until I'm sacrificing myself and bleeding to keep him near.
He was never near to me. Mine was never his intention, even when he told me otherwise.
No, to him, to the liar, I gave my all, and then I gave some more.
And what did he give me?
Boundaries. Fear. Antipathy. Sorrow.
I've since learned, and since moved on. Yet, the scar remains.
... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA SUCKER. 'CAUSE I AM A (very attractive and charismatic) LIAR!
Curse you, Henry Rollins. You delicious man, you 🖤
I might take a turn back and write some more heartfelt things soon. Until then, it's working-a-double-on-a-beautiful-Saturday ramblings.
Love ya!
