Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

Serial Lover

(P. b.)

She sat down there in the corner,
Beautiful as the first drop of morning dew from the sky.
Long Burnett hair, weaved into a ponytail to the back.
Perfectly sized brown eyes,
Buried deep in the novel she was reading.

Focused.. I like that.

Her legs crossed,
With a dark blue bum-shorts exposing her perfect thighs.
She wore a black t-shirt over, Slightly loose,
but not loose enough to hide her perfect pear shaped body.

Perfect.. she'd do, just.. right.

Majestically, I walked towards her.
Hey gorgeous, I said to her, Charming as always
In a low baritone tune voice,
With a sparkle of honesty in my fierce stare,
And a gray of trust in my smile.
- handsome, just so handsome -
She smiled back at me, with a blush, flushed across her cheeks

That smile... So innocent, so mild, so meek;
What a shame I'd have to ruin it.

With little or no effort, in a ten minutes conversation,
She'd already agreed to coffee
-hm, another boring day at the office -
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you're?"
She blushes -how naive..
The things I have to do, just to get under her panties.
Pathetic..
Only if she knew my true intentions.
Or maybe she knew, and just didn't care.
Who knows?
Works for me either way.
The next, our coffee date;
The beginning of a beautiful romance,
And yes, sex.
Lots and lots of sex.

Three weeks later, too bored, too stale,
I move on to the next.
A breakup was never my style.
The drama, the crying, the forced show of empathy;
All so disgusting.
But, it was the least I owed them
-For the sex at least.

Hey, Don't look at me with those judgemental eyes,
They don't work on me.
Why? Because I don't feel guilty.

Just like a serial killer, I'm a serial lover.
-The way less cooler version of a serial killer.
But what do we have in common? Apathy!
The inability to feel.
But hey, I have to cut this short;
This cute blonde girl over there, just winked at me.
I might as well just say hi.
Mhmnmnmn