He’s grown a mouth so sharp and cruel, it’s all he can give to you because when you come to steal a kiss his teeth will only cut your lips. He knows you mean well but he refuses to be a vessel for your good intentions. He tells you to abandon all your stupid dreams about the guy he could’ve been ‘cause in the night he knows you burn with feelings he can’t return.

’You gotta know that this won’t last’ that’s what he says to you every night. He will poison all your happy thoughts but love you like the ashes in his cigarette box. He’ll ruin you, it’s just a habit he can’t help. He’s a monster.

He’s pacing around the place as fast as he can.

“I will only break your pretty things! You don’t know what you’re getting involved with. I’m a monster...”