The thrill

My head told me not to meet you,

I knew it was a bad idea,

Why do I put myself in these situations,

All I want is to be happy but I force badness upon me,

Its like I need the thrill,

I always have to be on the edge,

Dark hair,

Crystal blue eyes,

Confident,

I meet you in your car,

Believing we could just chat and get to know each other,

Like you promised,

I done a background check on you,

Not that it makes it okay,

I leave soon after as I realise you are only after one thing,

What is wrong with me,

I have so much to give,

I am a nice person,

I am a pretty girl,

So why do I let people disrespect me so much.

 

 

 

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