You called me doll face, sweet boots, and
princess even as your friends called you  
sucker. "Have you seen her?" you'd smirk.

You looked rather satisfied and proud, but
arrogant, too, when you gave me the once over,
twice. "Go fix your lipstick," you'd smirk.

Eye-candy strong-armed by a psycho.


The End

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