I liked him from the start, but he was not my type
He wasn't like you, he had shorter hair and wore flannels and only one tattoo
He wasn't like you in the way that he was nice, he talked to me sweetly and touched me softly
He told me he loves when we lay there in the dark and all he sees is my black shiny eyes
A demon he called me
He wasn't wrong
I know I'm going to break his heart
And he's going to learn to hate my dark demon eyes