Tag: fuck this is beautiful

you decide he’s a problem the instant he comes bolting in,
like there’s hell on his heels, like someone’s taken aim and fired
at a target on his back.  men like that have secrets.
men like that are nothing but trouble.

you decide you hate him the second he bursts through the door
with murder in his eyes, like he’s ready to burn the world,
ashes to ashes, dust to one.  men like that – men who would fight
the breeze in hell to save you – are detestable.

you decide you want him dead the moment he returns.
there’s a limp in his steps and half a world of lies in his eyes.
he’s bruised and aching, can barely move right, and men like that
have no right to live.  men who go to lengths like that for you—
no. absolutely not.

you decide he scares you as soon as he’s gone.  missing.  (dead?)
he’s lost all sense of risk.  all consequences, all promises, all keys, trust, honesty, kisses be damned.
for them.  for you.
and men who you’ve let yourself trust?  men who you’ve let yourself lean on?
men who are so willing to play martyr?

they’re terrifying.