Express The Distress

player

Brown hair
Brown eyes
His brown eyes
Deeper then coffee
Caramel in the sun
Piercing in the dark
Beautiful in the light

Words swift as wind
And sweet like sugar-glazed candy
That melt your heart
Like warm warped putty

He calls you cute. He calls you hottt. He puts you in a spell. But then he wants, wants, wants. Wants your body in his hands and your mind under his control. He wants his hands on your waist and his lips on your flushed red skin so he can taste you, take you, devour you.

He wants you for your figure, he wants you for himself. He asks and you give and when he asks for more you want to please him by going forward even if it makes you uncomfortable. So you give again, you give more, you give all. And he accepts it, grabs it, and seizes you up for all that you are.

But then—

Then he's full, he's satisfied, and he's ready for the next girl.

Because you have nothing left to give and he has nothing left to want. He's a player, a charmer, and a fuck boy in one. He's a boy. And he's a boy that broke your heart.

You hate him. But you don't.

You want him. But he's gone.

I'm sorry but now it's time to move on.