His deathly cold hands touched my cheeks, so gently, but yet so harsh at the same time. He leans into kiss me, and I suddenly hear music playing in the back of my head.. “Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off”.
Testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Nothing seems more true at this time than that statement. I mean, he tells me he loves me. A lot actually. More than my family members do, but then he ruins a moment. And its always with sex.
And here I am. Probably the fakest person on this planet. Lying to my friends, lying to my family, lying to myself, like I’m wearing a harlequin mask. I always joked around.. you know.. about sex, but I’m tired of being used. All I really want is love.. but it just always seems to be taken to a whole other level.
His perfect lips press against my skin. For some reason, I pull back.
Then, I think I hear him whisper “let’s get these teen hearts beating faster..” Or maybe that’s just the the stereo blasting in my brain.