I love the boys
that eat hearts for breakfast
the ones that knock you on your ass and smile afterwards.
I am attracted to boys that
don’t know what the
word no means,
the ones who speed up at stop signs,
the ones who destroy everything
in their path.
I fall madly in love with boys whose knuckles always seem to be
bloody and their hearts empty.
— There were warning signs that I ignored by (KJ)