Everything in me wants to trust you, believe in you, be kind to you but my stomach hurts so much because my instincts are screaming loud and clear that everything about you is a lie.
But what do I do?
I fall into that old bad habit that just won’t die.
I’m nice to you. I smile at you. I’m polite to you. I even seem flirtatious with you. And I eat it. Because I’m a girl and that’s what I’ve been trained to do.
But inside, I’ve killed you off, many times over already, in the most violent ways. And I’ve walked away from you.
You just don’t know it yet.