God give me strength to make it through a class with the required reading “The War on Boys: How misguided feminism is affecting our young men.”
When I first met you I thought I was never going to fall out of love with you. You were fragile and strong all at the same time. I could tell from your clammy hands and the way you would hold your head down and look up into my eyes that you were scared. Scared of me and the pain that I was capable of inflicting. Except that was never my intention. I never wanted to hurt you but your fear got the best of us. You couldn’t accept that I was not going to hurt you, so everything I did became an action against you. We quickly fell out of love and before I knew it your compliments and encouragement turned to callous insults.
All I did was love you and sometimes I wish that all you would do is love me back.
But then again maybe not.
lana del rey is the embodiment of lust.
