Boys Like Him Don’t Come Wrapped In Pretty Packages

Boys like him don’t come wrapped in pretty packages with bows and ribbons-
Boys like him come in sleepless eyes and bruised knuckles.

They see girls like you, with wide eyes and soft lips- And crave for that vulnerability. So they wear a smile that’s almost too bright and hold your hand almost too hard, And they love.

They love you until your heart bleeds and your eyes sting, they love you until you’re too blinded by the dagger they’re twisting into your ribcage.

Girls like you though, they believe that they can kiss their knuckles until they’re healed. So they wait around for boys like him to grow up.

But boys like him don’t grow up, they drain-
and it works every time with girls like you.