My parents never told me about boys like you.
They never warned me about dark, coffee brown eyes that held false hope and heartbreak. Rancorous eyes that shook my spine when eye contact is made.
They never told me to watch out for boys with gravelly voices that whisper all the right things, and raspy words that make my heart beat far too fast. They never told me that these words would be paper thin just like his promises.
They never said, "Now dear, there's always going to be someone better." Because that's so entirely true and I wish I would have heard it so I didn't have the false beliefs that maybe I was enough.
My parents warned me about all kinds of things, from drugs to walking across the street but never did they tell me about dangers with dark eyes and a heartbeat.
YOU ARE READING
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Randomi wrote this when i thought love was the look in his eyes rather than mine.
