You were special. I’d be lying if I said you weren’t. But my friends told me you did too many drugs too often for an innocent girl like me. They’d also told me just weeks before you were exactly ‘my type’
That’s it isn’t it
‘My type’ is boys with fire in their eyes and lies on their tongues ready to spin off another excuse whilst I’m at home heartbroken once again, telling myself ‘why did you let him in. You always do this, never again’
But in all honesty, he was so much more than that, he was the first boy to show me a world I had previously never dared touch, but begged to hold
He’d tell me I was never allowed to do drugs, but as much as I begged him, he never stopped. For some reason, I liked that. I should’ve hated that. I should’ve hated him. I loved him. So completely. Soul achingly.