I'm not the girl that needs to be taken care of, or treated like a ******* porcelain doll. I'm bruised and tattered, and so are you. It's no secret. Why should we pretend?
Someone needs to be real with me and not say what I want to hear. Tell me the hard ****, and show me the world of how you really think inside that ****** up head of yours.
I hate cliche, so don't be like that. Don't butter me up with compliments. They make me uncomfortable. And that way, I won't feel so **** lost when they stop flowing out of your mouth because you're bored of courting.
Let me be your friend first, I don't want to be put on a pedestal, like I'm some piece of art to admire. There is no need for the attention, it's degrading, in fact.
Tease me, and make me laugh. Don't be so **** serious. I hate it. This isn't a drill camp. Don't be afraid to play rough with me, I'm a big girl. I can handle myself. So just... don't think about it. Okay? Lets just go run around and have some fun. I don't need you to be serious.
Don't get me wrong though, sometimes it would be nice if you held my hand. Or let me play with your hair, and scratch your back. But hey. I don't require your full commitment. In fact, I don't even want it. Lets go **** **** up.