He said he loved me. Said he would never leave me or let me down, never. He treated me right. He treated me nice. Called me his princess, I didn’t think twice. Hands crept upon me, lips locked. Said he loved me. Marked me with bites and bruises, hickeys exposed. Now I have these marks of love and all they do is remind me who you once were. Said you would never leave, but after those hickeys you turned your back. Love and hickeys, are pain and sick to me.
(not true) 🙂
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Jesus will never give you a hickey.
He doesn’t suck skin to the point where you’ll get bruised. He’ll never whisper “I L Y” in your ear, either.
He’s not handsy or overly talkative, I’m not even sure if he’s looking for a girlfriend.
Good Luck.
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