The Boy Who Called Me His
She was destroyed by what society had done to her.
She had decided it was easier to hate herself then love herself, that way she’d never get hurt.
He looked at her like every woman wanted to be looked at.
He kissed her like her lips were air and he couldn’t breath.
She needed him
He needed her
But it wasn’t all that simple.
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