Let me guess, he was your first kiss and first blow job. He makes your foot pop, he can do nothing wrong and his nonna makes kick a$s risotto. Blah blah blah. We’ve heard it all before.
You know there’s something way worse than being in the friend zone. It’s being in the friend zone with a boy who you don’t know is a fVck boy.
You cry your heart out, you write poetry about him and even though it’s the saddest thing ever, he even appears as your lock screen to remind yourself how amazing he truly is.
As If looking to see if he’s online after blue ticks appear on your messages wasn’t bad, you still truly believe he’s a godsend after all the sh*t he puts you through.
- He ignores you.
- He only replies when he feels fit to
- He plays victim when you get upset about it
Messages you and makes you his one and only, for a few hours till he’s offline again and making that hotline ring on some other girls iPhone.
It took me four years to realize the man who I wrote about, who I put my sweat, tears and blood in to, to love; was a fVck boy. Four years.
It took an international whatsapp phone call from my sister to finally wake up and realize that the love isn’t mutual and that I shouldn’t care. He inspired over 150 poems of mine and I still can’t shake the “what if” from my mind.
He won’t be there for you when you need him most. He says he will but he won’t, you’ll still love him though. A vicious cycle.
Sometimes it’s hard to recognize a fuck boy. They appear to be all smiles rainbows and combovers but in reality the combover is like honey with bees. Sh*t to flies. He could get any girl at the bar yet you’d still come running if he asked you to make him a god damn sandwich after calling you a bitch.
Wake up. Smell the roses. Smell the Calvin Klein cologne, sense the Nike roshes that fit tightly just like his black skinny jeans. Learn to love yourself before you commit to someone who can’t even commit to an Instagram username. Love yourself before you commit to someone who can’t even be there for you when a family member dies but expects you to be there when your phone dies.
He doesn’t care for your despair. He’s just hunting down a clean pair.
You shouldn’t care that he doesn’t love you either. He’s a Fuck boy. It just takes breaking your heart over and over again to see the truth. The tiebreaker.
Don’t be a lucky fVck boys unlucky toy. 💕 Dump his a$s where it belongs, in the unread, yet archived sections of ya messages. Make him want you, but never give him the power to have you.