His eyes glint with the thought of me always being there, even after breaking me time and time again.
His hands tremble as he waits to lay them on and in me.
His mouth remains loose as he is ready to devastate me and attempt to construct me into what he wants me to be.
I look into his eyes hoping the light that I see is him waiting to spew the love he accumulated at me.
I see that his hands are trembling thinking he still gets butterflies after all this time.
His mouth has fallen a gap, speechless as to what to say to me.
To my surprise, I was delusional and in denial he didn't love me he lusted me and I hate that I love him.