I never meant to hurt you;
But the temptation to play as if you were a puppet on a string was there.
I’m a monster
With a face of a flower but the smell of disgust that lingers under my intentions.
Don’t trust me;
I warned you and begged you to not fall for such a creature yet... here we are.
With a grin;
I’ll call you babe and say you’re perfect without a second thought.
And with a generic smile;
I’ll say I like someone else because the risk of love is far too high.
Move on to the next toy;
My growing collection of broken toys lay at my feet waiting to be fixed.
But I’m broken too;
Because we’re all toys in the beginning. I wish I could be fixed