Inside, you are weak.
You melt like butter before people who hurt you.
high heels, lipstick,the clicking of magnetic allure,dazzling smile, dyed hair,just what you’ve been looking for. the tight clothes can hardly fit,but you deem her good enough.her beauty is slightly dull,but enough to sell the papers. pounds gain, pounds lost,you wag your fingers at her blotchy face.really, you – the epitome of male – muse, womenContinue reading “high heels, apologies, and ex-models”