Sometimes he gets to know your mind in attempts to know your body & that is the worst kind of boy there is.
You won’t know he’s poison until you kiss him so fuck it, if he’s gonna take the air from your lungs anyway, kiss him like you’re drowning.
You will be tomorrow.
He’s going to ask you to write him a poem with your fingertips on his bare skin, don’t do it.
He’s gonna take the stars from the sky & pour them in your favorite champagne so it’ll never taste the same when you drink it without him, drink it anyway.
He’s going to drain the happiness from your veins but you’ll find it again.. one day.
You’ll tell him your secrets & when he stops talking to you, you’ll feel them spill from his lips, don’t you dare regret it.
He’ll tell you you’re beautiful with his hand on your thigh, he doesn’t mean it, he just wants to dim the light in your eyes.
He just wants to conquer you. And he will.
Don’t feel used. He needed the love pouring from your body more than you did, you won’t be empty forever, love is infinite.
do you ever just read one little thing that kills you inside