poison
You were my poison, that substance that is capable of causing the illness or death. You didn't know it either. Your words flooded my senses and it felt as if I could love once more. Why are you my poison though, if you were so good to me? Well, good went to okay and okay transformed into bullshit. You didn't love me for me. You loved me for my body and money. Your words were twisted by that slimy tongue of yours. You didn't care to buy me anything special and you never thanked my parents for buying the food you were unimpressed with. I then realized what we were wasn't love, it was a sad invention of me giving your pathetic ass a chance. I knew you weren't good for me and I wished I saw it from the beginning. I wished I never kissed your ugly ass self with my delicate lips. I also guess I wasn't even dating worthy since you never took me on one. So, yes that's how you were my poison, and there are many more reasons for it too. I just don't have time to write about a lowlife such as yourself. This is just me warning other girls about guys like you.
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A Beautiful Disaster
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