They warned me, saw, past the façade, what I couldn’t see. “He loves, and leaves them” Picks off the pedals until they’re nothing but the stem. A fraction of what they could be, broken down, sobbing on their knees. But, I was blinded, I wouldn’t listen my heart at risk, and he was on a mission. They’d always warned me about the guys to avoid bad boys, non-committers, the fixer uppers that’d leave me destroyed. But what about the blue-eyed, charismatic man? Why wasn’t he in any of their curriculum plans? Chiseled face, a wicked smile, words that managed to cover up anything vile. They warned me coming to truly see him, since I was unable to see. He wasn’t like the others, that you’d obviously stay clear of No, he oozed confidence and the ability to love. I wish he’d worn a flashing sign that would have warned me off, stopped me before he turned me so soft. So be aware of those, even those with a pretty face if you’re not careful it’s your heart they’ll run off with, leaving no trace.