pretty boys are the worst
how they feel so beautiful under the gaze of the
sugar sweet girls that spit praises and him at the simplest movement. they must think they're so great with their stardust veins and pink cherry lips that look as if they been stung by bees when you know it's because of other girls tongues down his throat, you still dont know why you like him you could do much better than him but couldn't leave him if you wanted to
you watch him as he looks at other girls. you know he knows that you see him but he doesnt care (you couldn't leave him if you wanted to), you've got sadness wedge in the wounds of your skin and they ain't healing any time soon. you watch the angels sing behind his throat the way they make him seem so beautiful so fucking beautiful his butterscotch smile and sugary lies. his eyes shimmer. he's found her
you pity for his next victim / they won't ever be able to say no
