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Natalie B Dec 2012
I don't wanna be a ****,
I don't wanna be a *****,
I don't wanna be that girl anymore.

I just wanna make out with your face..
Natalie B Dec 2012
Every day,
You make these jokes.
These horrible, horrible lies,
Yet you never give a second glance.

But this time,
You're spot on.
I don't know if you really saw,
Or if you're just trying to be funny.

I already know,
That you'll tell them all
About my ***** little secret.
Hopefully, they'll all just think its another lie.

Will you be my boy who cried wolf?
Natalie B Dec 2012
Somehow my logic
Has failed to work.
What am I doing?
How is this going to go?
Why do I make all these
Stupid decisions
With no reason why?
All these questions
I keep asking myself.
Yet all I want to do
Is go make another
Stupid decision.
Natalie B Dec 2012
Every time
He calls me perfect
I hate myself
Just a little bit more.
Natalie B Dec 2012
I remember I used to think
That kisses
Were something special.
But now,
I've given them
To you,
And you,
And you,
And you.
Did any of them really mean a thing?
Because to me,
It seems like they would all
Give my kisses away
For a dime.
Natalie B Dec 2012
And as I slowly slip
In and out
Of consciousnesses,
I can't help
But to
Think of
You.
Natalie B Dec 2012
Do you still remember
That night that we met?
Out on the dock
Playing truth or dare?
And you walked over,
Cause there was your friend?

My dear,
The second I saw you,
I knew I was hooked.
By the way that you stood.
I knew that I wanted you,
I knew you were too good.

The thing is, my dear,
That I was wrong.
You went with the flow,
And strung me along.
We talked every day,
You even showed me that song.

Then that night,
You know the one.
You were in town,
And we wanted to have fun.
So I snuck out to meet you,
And my life then just begun.

From the second we first kissed,
I knew I was stuck.
The way you tasted,
Like brandy and scotch.
The way you tasted,
I just couldn't get enough.

But then, it was over.
In the blink of an eye.
You made out with her then,
But was I really surprised?
Did I really expect I was something special?
Did I really expect I was one of a kind?

Of course not, my dear.
I just should have known.
She's more special than I,
And no, I'm not mad.
I know that I don't deserve
An explanation of why.
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