He looked into my eyes As though he could see right through them I fell into his endless oceany eyes As he told me that I was shameful That I was nothing to him He told me that I wasn't worth the dirt on his soles I can't help but love him though Because I am supposed to be with him
His watery blue eyes Tell me that I am trying too hard To tell me everything is fine Even though I know it isn't He is so turning Like a road with switchbacks I am not your mountain Stop being so indecisive You like me, or you don't So just tell me, am I beautiful Or am I nothing?
Villain description for a book I am writing. This character is based of a guy I know who is a trading *******. You're welcome Will Clark