One rule, only one rule women need to follow when they’re with me.
Don’t ask for more.
This rule is in place for a reason, you won’t get more of what’s not there to give.
He is striking, and he’s all man. He is also the devil, or so I believe him to be. I gave him my heart, not realizing I was doing so. He likes to break me down, so I’m a shell of the person I once was. He’s chipping away at me, bit by bit. Though I’m not as weak as he thinks, and when I can’t handle it anymore, I will come back swinging.