It’s honestly hard to tell sometimes, through the flirting and the good night texts and doing coupley things, exactly who someone is.
The amount of faith I had in you was unreal. I never thought you’d turn out to be just as terrible as all the rest. I begged you: Don’t be that guy.
Don’t be the guy who says he wants me, and then wakes up one day and leaves me out in the cold.
Don’t be the guy who comes in strong just to blow out the flame with complete disappointment.
The guy who eloquently tells me everything I want to hear, but means absolutely none of it. Who makes promise after promise in the form of unredeemable IOU’s.
The charming guy who values honesty yet disguises the truth and distracts me from it by flashing a killer smile and telling me “you’re gorgeous, baby.”
Please don’t be the guy who makes plans with me and then just doesn’t show up.
Don’t be that guy. The guy who owes me a lifetime of apologies, but sweeps me off my feet before ever having to utter a single one of them.
The one who pretends like nothing ever happened, who manipulates a smile out of me in such a way that I forget being upset altogether.
Don’t be that hit-and-quit, only-here-for-one-thing guy.
The kind who rides in like a knight in shining armor, and then gallops off, leaving me more of a damsel in distress than ever.
Why did you have to be that guy who claims to be loyal and sincere, and ends up being just another jerk?
Stop trying to be a sweet-talker and then attempt to be a heartbreaker. Nice try, Romeo, but I’m on to you.
Lucky for me, I saw through your mischievous smile and those dreamy eyes. I had a feeling you’d be that kind of guy.
You had all the signs of being genuine but instead chose not to be. You should’ve been the guy you pretended you were because I liked him better.
You fell right into the mold and became everything you claim you hate. You had the opportunity to be the guy everyone loved, and you opted not to be.
So, yes, I’m dissapointed.