Nightlife

Mr. fake boyfriend.

She forgets the pain when he’s asleep

and she’s laughing with another

She grins and grips like her wounds are stitched,

Like her mind’s not in a clutter

He showers her with love and flowery things,

Just to prove he’s like no other

But poor boy, it’s true

Her heart’s not for you

But for the one who’s making her suffer.