The Comeback Kid
He was the comeback kid.
He had a sixth sense, a knack for knowing the perfect timing.
Maybe she was doing great, had finally pieced her life together once again.
He would break the stable foundation she had built with a swift jolt.
Maybe she was at her lowest, still reeling from the last time.
He would swoop in, the devil in a superman mask.
He knew he was her one weakness, the thing that could make a confident girl question everything.
He would stroke her hair, kiss her softly, tell her sweet nothings, and convince her that maybe, just maybe, he was coming back.
But that's the trick of the old comeback kid- he never did.
He had a sixth sense, a knack for knowing the perfect timing.
Maybe she was doing great, had finally pieced her life together once again.
He would break the stable foundation she had built with a swift jolt.
Maybe she was at her lowest, still reeling from the last time.
He would swoop in, the devil in a superman mask.
He knew he was her one weakness, the thing that could make a confident girl question everything.
He would stroke her hair, kiss her softly, tell her sweet nothings, and convince her that maybe, just maybe, he was coming back.
But that's the trick of the old comeback kid- he never did.