drunk all night, you think you're hot shit.
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She dances with heart strings, pulling them to her pleasure. She blows kisses that leave behind stained cheeks and broken hearts. Her hugs are empty promises. Breathing lies, sugarcoated with sweet words and sprinkled with affection, she toys with the desperate and the heartbroken.
They don't realize who's the most heartbroken of all.
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Sweet nothings spill from his sly lips as he sips his strawberry daiquiri. Bullshit and flattery drip from his mouth but those girls giggle anyways. He's always surrounded by scantily clad women, guzzling down beer, too lost in a intoxicated euphoria that he pays no heed to the wallflower.
After all, he's Derrick Harrington, international sensation.
And she's just a wilting wallflower.
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She loses herself in her fairytales; the kind that Taylor Swift sings about and little girls dream about. She's the princess and he's the knight in shining armor. He slays the fire-breathing dragon, rescues her from the highest room of the highest tower, and awakens her with a kiss. Everyone is smiling and music swells in the background, signaling the happily-ever-after. Everything is okay. There are no supermodel sluts, no paparazzi, no obsessive fans. There's just him and her and their happily-ever-after.
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He sleeps on bed sheets stained with red, littered with broken bones and splintered hearts. He wakes up to faces stained with tears and window panes clouded with his past. She wonders what he dreams of.
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Four thousand ten…four thousand eleven…
She counts the cracks in her heart, scribbling his name next to each one so she'll never forget the boy who broke her heart and taped it back together with his lies.
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an: care to guess who she is ? her name begins with an "m". ;)