Ladybug

His hair as petty and perplexed as his eyes, the way the red stares at my thighs. I wonder why; how could so little make your heart so different? Why must it break mine? The smell of her flower surrounds as he coughs, why won't you stop? She keeps his love and i wonder what makes her such a sweet drug and me just a ladybug?

This is something i wrote foreverrrrr ago. I would absolutely love some critic please