When he tells you he will destroy you
—believe him.
let his fists be warning to leap before you look
love not his daisy words and honey
skin
halt those misery
whipped kisses
with his breath bouncing
against your hips
walk away while you still can.
there is a
sweetness is unfettered wetness
mouths like dew and palms praying to
be in
he will
taste like honey but arsenic is sweet when mixed in sugar
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