Her lips were touched by a being who can be described by anything but a man.
Her body was explored by someone she just met in a sushi bar.
Her mind was occupied by someone else other than the one on top of her.
Her soul is being sold in a flee market for a dollar.
In love, I have little faith.
A ball of negative molecules.
Science states opposite poles attract,
like poles repel.
Science doesn’t work on me, genius.
I’m the new gravity;
attracting more negative thoughts,
building an empire of darkness.
*insert an evil laugh*
The clock hands have stopped moving.
Pessimists have a shorter lifespan;
I’m surprised I haven’t died yet.
I forgot how to smile sincerely.