blood thirsty kisses

He told me I was beautiful
And I rolled my eyes
I had heard that line a thousand times only from girls and guys who wanted to be between my thighs.
The first boy that called me beautiful,
Was also the one who made me lose trust. I hadn't known what love was. I thought it was just made up movie shit.
I met him, he would be the football player in the movie. The one who said all the right things, looked at you like you were the ish, tells you you're beautiful every time he leaned in for a kiss.
I was a young girl, who hid. Only two friends, I was the nerd of the movie not once the cheerleader.
He slowly invaded me I allowed him because I thought he loved me. He forced my body to fade into his command like how Jeffrey Dahmer once had. Once he was done, he stabbed, e. Jos plowing from the abdomen and up to my neck, he left me to die.
\taking months to recover,
I slowly healed.
I can still feel the bliss of each kiss before the blade.
Yet years after when I undress and look in the mirror I can see the scars, I can see him.
I can feel him, the joy and the shock of betrayal.
Today,
We met again
After 4 long years of silence.
We met.
He didn't recognize me at first, but I could see the once bright now burning out stats that shine in his grey eyes,
I handed him his check and he asked me where I was headed to next,
I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"Come on, babe. Let me see your beautiful body in my bed tonight." He smirked happily.
I flipped him off and walked away.
I said to my friend this was my notice,
I was quitting.
I was not allowing you back,

 to kill me  once again.