He is a true bad boy, and he has a motorcycle.
He just got out of jail,
He is the boy I warned my best friend about.
I never saw it coming, never thought it possible.
That he could have me questioning,
Everything I thought I knew.

That boy swept me off my feet,
and he held me close.
His kisses were gentle,
His touch sent shivers through me.
How did I miss how special he was.
How special we were?

He defended me,
He didn't talk **** behind my back.
He told me I was special,
and I believed him.
Other boys would tell me,
and I knew it was just a line.

He would touch me,
and rub his fingers
along the inside of my thigh.
He would look me in the eye,
to show me his soul.
He understood my pain,
I didn't need to explain,
why I hurt.  

He was just there,
He held me close,
He kissed my forehead
He wiped my tears.
Then just as fast as he turned my world upside down
Faster than he stole my heart,
They took him.

I was left with a memory.
There he was,
sitting on the curb,
apologizing to me.
As I tried not to cry.
Knowing I needed him,
to touch him,
to kiss him.

We were in the same place,
handcuffed and kept apart,
Now, he is just this empty feeling in my stomach
A yearning for a phone call.
He is just a memory,
for now, for always.

I am his brand new ride or die.
No amount of officers,
or cuffs or bars.
Or friends telling me he is no good,
will change my mind.
Or erase my memories.