My Lover Is A Serial Killer P1

My Lover Is A Serial Killer ,  But his method doesn't involve a trigger,  Instead he breaks things,  Hell, he breaks me,  He rips my heart in two,  Leaving me broken and bruised,  Feeling like I have nothing left and,  Like I've been used,  He says these sweet words,  They make me fall head over heels,  And then click goes the switch,  And words are said that do the opposite of heals,  Me, My broken heart,  The very one that has been used,  The one that has been broken and abused,  These sweet sugary words that feel so warm,  And then words that somehow bring a sudden storm,  By now I've learned my worth,  I know what love looks like,  I know what my time is worth,  And what love doesn't look like, It was so perfect it felt like paradise,  And then it switched ever so quick,  To a raising hell somehow leaving me frozen like ice,  I don't know to react so I hit click,  I end the call because it's an online relationship,   I finally process and shoot him a text,  Telling him what he did wrong and to fix his act,  He then ignores me and tries to sext, What the fuck man was it all just an act?  P2 Next