Trust me
Or maybe don’t.

He will love you,
Cook you a meal laced with warmth
Wrap you in the kindest embrace
Call you his queen
His sweetest love.
And soon, you’ll believe
He is the one.

But love,
There is a shadow trailing him.
Perhaps he loves you
But he also loves the thrill
The rush of fleeting hands
Whispers not yet familiar
Sparks I never knew.

He says,
"I never meant to hurt anyone."
Yet somehow
He always does.