little girl, you’re in pain.
grieving for the losses of the years.
you and your daddy issues,
and even mommy didn’t give you enough hugs and kisses till you cried yourself to sleep each night.
though, little girl you were born a lover,
stealing glances since you were 8 years old;
hopelessly looking for aphrodite’s promises of roses and smiles.
the world isn’t as peaceful as your day-dreams,
rather filled with those monsters of your night-terrors that never left you since birth.
little girl, you’ve grown and found the one!
but she took you for granted,
and wanted mere pain instead, cause that’s what she’s been addicted to; “unlike you”.
the cycle will never end, now you know, so get your shit together, you’re a grown woman now.