i saw you a few days ago and i looked at you like we had never met before. you smiled the way polite strangers do, but i'm not falling for your trap. i used to think you had polite eyes, until i realized that you strip ever girl like that. i used to think you were loving, until i realized the only thing you love more than yourself is getting in other girls pants. you told me about forever and just as i was beginning to believe you, you taught me that the only thing that is forever is the fact that you will never be able to keep your hands to yourself. you told me you could hold my heart, but the only thing you were ever good at holding was my body, or any girls body for that matter. you see, i looked at you like a stranger because the last time you looked at me, you told me that you loved me, and that must be what you tell strangers. that you love them, because that way when you need to leave, the only thing they remember is how your eyes looked so polite and all those girls that you touched in all of the wrong places can say that someone loved them. you loved them. and maybe for now that's enough