Men are strange. They promise to love you at your worst, yet forget you at your best. Also, these strange idiots somehow manage to wreck you through your adolescence.
Some had their love chocking on me, while their tendencies slaughtered my soul, my desire to live and hope for love.
Destroyed, I found myself repeating the same promises wishing I hadn’t changed. Now he’s made me his life line, just like I once made someone else mine. Do I vow to not be like the monsters I knew? Or have I already caught on.
She Was Sea 