Me The vulnerable, scared Little freshman Happy and naĂŻve Until my life slowly fell Apart Him Built and seductive With nauseating cologne And a crude sense of humor And an interest in me, But only for selfish purposes Me Wistful and bewildered with nowhere to Turn to except for my own thoughts With self confidence the size of A penny, and loneliness the size of A mountain Him With nothing better to do than Wreak havoc through my life. To become a storm and leave nothing But debris and sadness In his wake Me Metamorphosized into a monster Who cared about him and only him Who had nobody else in life But didnât care Because his smile could melt away everything Him With the smile that didnât mean anything Because this was all a game to him And my heart, was just a pawn Behind an army of other pawns In his chess game of life Me Who didnât listen to the warnings Who threw caution to the wind And I guess they were right when they said âWhen you play with fire, You are bound to get burned.â
~Micayla Bitz (via micbitz)
