He loved me like a wrecking ball.
Beautiful in his own way
But destructive all the same.
I loved him like a mouse
Hungry and staring at the trap laid in front of me
But too tempted by the parts I needed
To notice he was death.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 6:51 AM UTC
He loved me like a wrecking ball.
Beautiful in his own way
But destructive all the same.
I loved him like a mouse
Hungry and staring at the trap laid in front of me
But too tempted by the parts I needed
To notice he was death.
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